Tejasswi Prakash buys Rs 7 crore dream home
Tejasswi Prakash has found her dream home, a beautiful new apartment in lively Bandra West.
Mumbai’s relentless monsoon rains were drumming a familiar rhythm against the windows, but inside the plush, carpeted office of a Bandra legal firm, the air crackled with a different kind of energy—the quiet thrill of a milestone. Across the polished table, Tejasswi Prakash sat, a pen poised in her hand, a smile playing on her lips that was equal parts disbelief and sheer, unadulterated joy. With a final, decisive flourish, she signed her name on a stack of documents. It was done. The 7.63-crore deal was sealed. She was now the official owner of a sprawling new apartment in Bay Heights, one of Bandra West’s most coveted addresses.
For the girl who had once auditioned for bit parts in dingy production houses, the weight of that pen felt heavier than any trophy she had ever held. This wasn’t just an investment; it was a deeply personal testament to a journey that had been anything but a fairytale. It was a homecoming to the very heart of the city that had, for years, felt like an unyielding adversary.
Leaving the legal formalities behind, Tejasswi slid into the driver’s seat of her prized Audi Q7—the first major splurge she had allowed herself after her Bigg Boss 15 victory, a gleaming metallic reminder that resilience pays off. But instead of heading back to her current residence, she took a detour. She drove aimlessly for a while, the city lights smearing into beautiful watercolours on her rain-streaked windows, until she found herself parked outside the gates of Bay Heights. She looked up at the towering structure, counting the floors to where her new home would be. The shell was concrete and glass, but in her mind, she was already decorating it with memories.
Her mind drifted back to 2012. A wide-eyed 17-year-old from a close-knit family in Pune had landed in this chaotic metropolis with a giant suitcase and a dream even bigger. The first few years were a masterclass in survival. She remembered sharing a cramped one-bedroom apartment in Andheri with two other aspiring actresses, where the geyser worked only if you kicked it a certain way, and the rent was a constant source of anxiety. She remembered the countless rejections, the “we’ll call you” that never came, and the gnawing feeling of homesickness that would hit her hardest on Sunday afternoons.
Television, when it finally arrived, was not an instant path to glory. It was gruelling 16-hour shifts, learning dialogues in languages she barely spoke, and the constant pressure of TRPs. Yet, she persevered. From the period drama of Swaragini to the adrenaline-pumping stunts of Khatron Ke Khiladi, each role was a brick in the foundation of the career she was building. But it was Naagin 6 that became the watershed moment. It cemented her not just as a TV actress, but as a bonafide star who could carry an entire franchise on her shoulders. The fees per episode, which had once been a modest struggle, climbed to a reported ₹6 lakh, a tangible validation of her star power.
This financial freedom, however, was never about frivolous spending for Tejasswi. It was about security—for herself and her family. The first major investment was the apartment in Goa, a serene getaway for her parents, a place where they could escape the Pune heat and enjoy the coastal breeze. It was a small way of saying thank you to the people who had believed in her when she had nothing but ambition. The Dubai property, a joint investment with boyfriend Karan Kundrra, felt like a step into a shared future, a testament to a partnership that thrived in the public eye but was built on private understanding and mutual support.
But this Bandra apartment was different. This was her personal crowning glory. Bandra was more than just a posh locality; it was the epicentre of the industry she had fought so hard to conquer. Every café, every lane, every galli held stories of stars and strugglers. To own a piece of it, to have her name on a deed in this exclusive micro-market, felt like receiving a formal invitation to a club she had been trying to get into for over a decade.
Her income was no longer a single stream but a powerful river. Brand endorsements flowed in, fuelled by her massive Instagram following of 7.8 million, where she shared not just polished photos but also goofy reels with Karan, her love for food, and candid moments from her shoots. Each post was a connection with millions, and each connection added another tributary to her financial portfolio, pushing her estimated net worth to a comfortable ₹25-30 crore bracket.
As she sat in her car, the rain began to subside, leaving the city washed and gleaming. Her phone buzzed. It was a picture from her mother—a framed photo of her first minor television award, still sitting on the shelf in their Pune living room. Tejasswi smiled, a lump forming in her throat. She looked back up at the apartment building, now reflecting the first shy stars peeking through the parting clouds. This new home wasn’t just an asset. It was a 7.63-crore love letter to her 17-year-old self, the one who slept on a squeaky bed in a cramped flat, dreaming of a day when Mumbai would finally feel like home. Today, in the heart of Bandra, that dream had just found its permanent address.