PC 110: Introduction to Language and Literature

Group Assignment: Part 1

2025
Section - B
Group No. - 1
Word Count – 2040 words

Name Student ID
Dia 202504024
Neeharika 202504025
Khushi 202501449
Mahek 202501453
Vaidehi 202504018
Joy 202501417
Vraj 202501456
Kush 202501472
Rudra 202501469
Renish 202501462
Word Count of Summary – 114 words

Summary of the Play:

Inheritance Interrupted is a sharp, one-act comedy about the dysfunctional Malhotra family. The
play takes place at the old Malhotra residence where Vikram’s final will is being read amid
samosas, shouting, instagramming and complaining. Vikram is a mischievous self-made man
who leaves behind pieces of his possession as a mirror to each one of his family member.
However, the actual inheritance is left to the person everyone least expected to be even included
in the will, triggering chaos and a whole lot of drama – until a hidden envelope reveals Vikram’s
final trick. This play efficiently blends satire into humor, family tensions, entitlement and legacy
which ends with a twist that turns mourning into mayhem.
AI tool used - ChatGPT
Prompt/Command given to generate the play:

1. Generate a play with 10 characters excluding the narrator. The play must include 1500 to
2000 words without counting any space. Play must contain 3 scenes. Must be unique and
must contain plot twist in the end when the story ends. There has to be some amount of
satirical humor. The play must have a dead man turning out to be alive.
2. I want 1500 words strictly in the play.
3. Make the word count 1200 in the first two scenes. Scene 1 and scene 2 should have 1200
word count dialogues in total.
4. Keep the scene 3 small with a final twist with the humor.
5. Change the ending to where Grandpa is alive.
6. End the story when everyone says papa.
7. Shift some scene 2 contents to scene 3.
8. It is not long enough. Extended the scene 1 by 300 words.
9. Now extend the scene 2 by 300 words and extend the scene 3 by 300 words.
10. You need to stop when Vikram walks in and everyone exclaims PAPA.
11. Add about 100 more words to this last scene without changing the ending.
12. Now combine all the scenes and generate the final play.
Play:

Inheritance Interrupted
A One-Act Play

Characters (10 excluding narrator):

 Vikram Malhotra (60s): The deceased patriarch. A self-made, shrewd, and mischievous
businessman.
 Sheela (50s): Vikram’s sister. Dignified, perpetually stressed, and believes she is the
family’s rightful heir.
 Raj (50s): Sheela’s husband. A pompous, retired civil servant who speaks in bureaucratic
jargon.
 Neha (28): Sheela and Raj’s daughter. A deeply spiritual Instagram influencer more
concerned with aesthetics than actual spirituality.
 Rohan (38): Vikram’s eldest child. The "NRI son" from New Jersey. Arrogant, rich, and
looks down on his "provincial" Indian family.
 Priya (36): Rohan’s wife. Tries to act sophisticated but is just as greedy and judgmental
as the others.
 Arjun (35): Vikram’s youngest child. The "black sheep," a kind-hearted, unambitious
wildlife photographer.
 Ananya (32): Arjun's sharp, pragmatic, and supportive wife.
 Bhavna (30): Vikram’s niece, orphaned and raised by him. The "dutiful daughter," quiet,
overlooked, and runs the household.
 Mr. Mehta (60s): Vikram’s ancient, unflappable family lawyer.

Scene 1: The Gathering

(A dimly lit hall in Vikram’s ancestral home. A framed garlanded photo of Vikram rests on a
table with incense burning. The family sits awkwardly around.)

Narrator:
The Sharma family has gathered after the sudden passing of their patriarch, Vikram. What should
have been a solemn moment quickly becomes anything but solemn…
Raj: (clears throat loudly) Everyone, can we maintain some order? We are here to honor our
father’s memory. And as the eldest, I believe protocol demands I speak first.

Neha: (pulls out phone) Wait, wait! Don’t start. I need to go live. [points phone at herself] “Hey
fam, it’s a sad vibe today, #funeralfit check, but family drama is hotter than chai, so stay tuned!”

Arjun: Neha! Put that away. This is not content, it’s Papa’s shraddh.

Neha: Relax bhaiya. Mama loved attention. He would’ve gone viral if he had Instagram.

Sheela: (sniffling dramatically) My poor brother. My only brother. He once gave me his favorite
pen in class six. And now… gone! [dabs tears with a tissue the size of a tablecloth]

Priya: (rolling eyes) Chachi, please. You’ve been saying that pen story for 20 years.

Rohan: (scoffs) Honestly, this whole setup is so… basic. In New Jersey, funerals have proper
catering. Sushi platters. Not this sad samosa situation.

Ananya: (dryly) Oh, forgive us, Rohan. Next time someone dies, we’ll call your New Jersey
sushi guy.

Bhavna: (softly) Maybe… maybe we should just sit quietly for a while. For Papa’s peace.

Raj: (ignores her) Exactly. Let us maintain solemnity. As a senior government officer, I know
the importance of order. In fact, I suggest we follow a proper meeting agenda. Item one:
grieving. Item two: reminiscing. Item three—

Neha: (interrupts) Item four: fighting over property. Come on, everyone knows that’s why we’re
here. Don’t act like this is Lok Sabha, Raj bhaiya.

Arjun: (annoyed) She’s not wrong. I’ve already received three “friendly calls” from uncles
asking if the flat in Delhi is on sale.

Rohan: (smirking) If you people want to sell, sell. But honestly, who wants to live in Delhi?
Pollution, traffic, no Starbucks drive-thru. Ugh.

Priya: (with disdain) And don’t forget the mosquitoes. I told Papa many times to modernize the
place. He never listened.

Sheela: (gasping) How dare you speak ill of my brother! He was a visionary!

Raj: Visionary? He refused to buy a water purifier. Said “boiled water builds immunity.” My
stomach still hasn’t forgiven him.

Neha: (laughing) #BoiledWaterImmunityChallenge. This would go viral!

Arjun: (groans) Can we focus? Papa’s will is being read today. That’s why the lawyer is
coming.

Neha: (grins) Oooh, suspense. Like Netflix, but with bad lighting.

Ananya: (firmly) Stop making jokes. This is serious.

Rohan: (to Arjun) What do you think he left you, bro? The house? The land? The broken
Maruti?

Arjun: (snaps) He left us values, Rohan. Unlike you, who left us for America and only comes
when free food is involved.

Rohan: (mock offense) Excuse me! I came because family matters. And also because my flight
had a discount. Don’t judge.

Priya: (smug) We didn’t come for property, okay? We’re doing perfectly fine. Our condo in
New Jersey has heated bathroom floors. Heated!

Sheela: (dramatic gasp) Heated floors? And I’m sitting here with cold feet? Life is unfair!

Raj: Can everyone stop showing off? We’re here to discuss Vikram bhaiya, not your imported
tiles.

Neha: (whispers loudly) He’s totally jealous about the heated floor thing.

Bhavna: (quietly, almost to herself) Papa never liked heated things. Said comfort makes people
lazy.

Ananya: (looking at Bhavna) True. He was old-school.

Neha: Old-school? He didn’t even use WhatsApp properly. He sent me one message in 2018 —
“Good Morning” with 25 sunflowers. Traumatizing.

Arjun: (snorts despite himself) Okay, that was funny.

Raj: Not funny. Highly inappropriate. We must…

Sheela: (cutting in) Wait! Did anyone see the photo they used for the garland? Look! They chose
the one where his hair looks messy. I told you all, my brother’s hair was his pride. This is a
crime!

Neha: (giggling) Honestly, he looks like a Bollywood villain in that photo.

Priya: True. Like “Mogambo lite.”

Rohan: Or “Budget Shaktimaan.”

Arjun: Show some respect!

Neha: I am! I’m respecting his sense of drama.

Raj: (angrily) Enough! If bhaiya could see this, he’d be deeply disappointed in all of you.

Bhavna: (soft, but with weight) Maybe he can.

(Everyone falls silent for a beat, surprised at Bhavna speaking up so clearly. The air thickens,
but then Neha’s phone pings loudly, breaking the moment.)

Neha: (reading aloud) “Omg sis are you really at a funeral?” — see? My followers care more
than this family does.

Ananya: (snatching the phone) Enough! No phones. Sit. Be quiet. The lawyer will be here soon.

Narrator:
And so, the family’s grief turned into a comedy of ego, nostalgia, and complaints. The stage is
set not for mourning, but for a showdown.

Scene 2: The Will Reading

(The family sits in tense silence. Enter Mr. Mehta, the lawyer, carrying a thick folder. He bows
slightly to Vikram’s photo before speaking.)

Mr. Mehta: Good evening, everyone. I am here to read the last will and testament of Mr.
Vikram Sharma. Please, let us proceed with dignity.

Neha: (whispering to phone camera) “Guys, it’s will-reading time. Family edition of Koffee
with Karan, but with more samosas.”

Ananya: Neha! Off. Now.

Raj: Thank you, Ananya. Mr. Mehta, kindly begin.

Mr. Mehta: Very well. [clears throat] “To my beloved family: I know you are expecting
money, houses, land, maybe even my watch collection. But before I give, I must speak my
mind.”
Sheela: (gasping) Oh! His voice echoes from beyond!

Rohan: (muttering) Or from beyond the grave to beyond the boredom.

Priya: (nudging him) Shh, let’s at least look respectful.

Mr. Mehta: [continues reading] “To my brother-in-law Raj: you always boasted of order and
discipline. Therefore, I leave you my collection of outdated government rulebooks. May you
bore others as you bored me.”

Neha: (snorts loudly) Burned!

Raj: (indignant) Outrageous! Those rulebooks are obsolete! They have no market value!

Arjun: (smiling) They suit you perfectly though.

Raj: (fuming) Silence!

Mr. Mehta: [reading on] “To my neice Neha: you lived with your phone glued to your face. So
I leave you my ancient Nokia 3310. Indestructible. Unlike your attention span.”

Neha: (laughing) Honestly, iconic. I’ll make a TikTok unboxing. #RetroLife.

Ananya: (groans) Papa knew exactly how to roast you.

Mr. Mehta: [reads further] “To my son Arjun: my hard-working, practical boy. I leave you my
toolbox. Because you will always be fixing this family’s mess.”

Arjun: (smiling sadly) Figures. Typical Papa.

Rohan: Toolbox? Bro, that’s… depressing.

Mr. Mehta: [reading] “To my son Rohan: you flaunted your American life. So I leave you my
ration card. May it remind you where you came from.”

Rohan: (choking) A ration card?! What am I supposed to do with that? Frame it in New Jersey?

Priya: (snickering) At least it’s vintage.

Rohan: (snaps) Don’t! You’re supposed to be on my side!

Mr. Mehta: [ignoring them] “To my daughter-in-law, Priya: you mocked my house as outdated.
I leave you the squeaky ceiling fan. May it annoy you forever.”

Priya: (horrified) That noisy thing? I barely slept because of it!

Neha: (laughing hysterically) #FanDrama.

Sheela: (clutching chest) And what about me, his dearest sister?

Mr. Mehta: [reading] “To my sister Sheela: I leave you the pen from class six. Yes, the one you
keep talking about. Now please, never tell that story again.”

Sheela: (dramatic gasp) He remembered! He actually remembered! [sobs]

Raj: (mutters) Now maybe she’ll stop.

Sheela: (snaps) Don’t be jealous, Raj! This pen is priceless!

Mr. Mehta: [reading] “Now, to my daughter-in-law, Ananya: I leave you my precious chess
board. I hope the game always keep you sharp and observant.”

Arjun: (to Ananya) That’s great, you always loved to play chess.

Ananya: Yeah! I guess he has put a lot of thought into this will.

Mr. Mehta: [clears throat] “Finally, to my quiet daughter Bhavna: you never asked for
anything, and that is why I entrust you with everything. The house, the land, the savings, the
accounts, the car, even the Maruti with no A/C. All of it is yours.”

(The room explodes with overlapping voices.)

Raj: What?! Impossible! She’s the not even his real daughter!

Neha: OMG, plot twist! She got the loot!

Rohan: (shouting) This is unfair! I flew 14 hours for a ration card!

Priya: And I get a ceiling fan? Disgusting!

Arjun: (smiling faintly) Well… Papa always believed in Bhavna.

Sheela: (wailing) He loved her more than me, his only sister!

Ananya: (calm but firm) Quiet, all of you. Papa chose Bhavna because she never fought, never
bragged, never demanded. Unlike… well, the rest of you.

Bhavna: (shocked) I… I don’t even know what to say.

Neha: Say, “Thanks losers, I win!”

Raj: Don’t be insolent, Neha. Mr. Mehta, surely there must be an error.
Mr. Mehta: None. I assure you, this is the official will. Signed, sealed, notarized.

Rohan: (mutters) Unreal. She’s basically the boss of all of us now.

Priya: (crosses arms) Not in my lifetime.

Arjun: (looking at Bhavna) Don’t let them make you feel guilty. Papa trusted you.

Bhavna: (hesitant, then firmer) Maybe… maybe he was right. Maybe this family needs less
noise, and more… quiet.

Neha: (grinning) Okay, but if you sell the house, I get one Instagram collab inside first. The
vibes are spooky chic.

Raj: (groaning) This generation is doomed.

Mr. Mehta: That concludes the reading. My condolences again.

Narrator:
The will was not wealth, but a mirror. Vikram left each of them exactly what they deserved — a
reminder of their flaws, and a chance for Bhavna to rise above the noise. Whether she can hold
this chaotic family together… only time will tell.

Scene 3: The Twist

(The living room is a disaster — teacups, samosa crumbs, and tissues everywhere. The family is
still bickering, voices overlapping. Bhavna quietly flips through some papers while the others
grumble.)

Raj: (shouting) Rulebooks! I was supposed to inherit something of value, not bedtime lectures
from 1965!

Priya: (furious) And I was supposed to inherit something meaningful, not a squeaky ceiling fan
that nearly killed me last summer!

Rohan: (waves ration card) Do you know how insulting this is? A millionaire, reduced to
groceries!

Neha: (mocking) Relax, bhaiya. At least you can buy atta with yours. Mine doesn’t even turn
on!
Sheela: (clutching pen) You’re all ungrateful! Bhaiya’s pen carries his soul.

Ananya: (quietly) I actually like my chessboard.

Raj: (snaps) Of course you do, child. We have been loyal to him far before you even joined the
family!

(The chaos grows. Suddenly, Bhavna stands and bangs the table. Everyone falls silent.)

Bhavna: Stop it! All of you! You’re missing the point. Look at this.

(She holds up a smaller envelope.)

Bhavna: It was hidden in the will. It says, “Open only if you’re still fighting.”

Neha: (sarcastic) Oh wow, so he predicted this circus.

Rohan: (snorts) Genius.

Bhavna: (opens it, reading) “Dear idiots — if you’re reading this, it means my plan worked.
Now stop fighting. Also… check the balcony.”

(Confusion. Everyone slowly turns. The balcony door creaks. An old figure in kurta steps in,
wiping his glasses, chewing paan. It’s Vikram Malhotra.)

Everyone: (in unison, gasping) PAPA?! BHAIYA?! MAMA?!

(Blackout. Curtain falls immediately.)