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Diljit's situation is about art running into political sensitivity and inconsistent censorship. Ranveer's is about money, contracts, and an industry union flexing its power over a star who allegedly broke the unspoken rules of professional conduct. Different problems, same underlying theme though... Bollywood in 2026 is figuring out, in real time and in public, exactly how much power different people get to hold. Who gets protected, who gets punished, and who decides which stories are even allowed to exist
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