Khushi's POV:

I was getting ready to leave for the hospital. I put on my favorite full-length blue dress and a little make up. Then I went to pick out a wrist watch from my collection of wrist watches. I am fond of watches and I purchase them whenever they catch my attention.

"Are you ready to perform the pooja, Khushi?" Mom asked me.

"Yes," I said, and Mom called everyone in the family for the prayer.

My mom, dad, and sisters, Vidya and Varsha, joined me.

After finishing the prayer, I accepted blessings from my parents.

"Dad, I'm leaving for the hospital. Bye," I said and hurried off to work.

I was proud to be a cardiologist at the famous Shajan Specialty Hospital. I was proud because I got the chance to save the lives of many people. Only a doctor has the capacity to save this many lives. I was filled with happiness whenever I saw the joy on my patients' faces after I completed a successful surgery.

When I got to the hospital, I checked the surgeries scheduled for that day. I had three. I sat down and meditated for a while to remove any negative thoughts from my mind and maintain my inner peace. Then, I went into the operation theater to start my first surgery of the day.

Shajan's POV:

By the time I woke up, the servants had arranged everything for my morning bath. I took a very relaxing and soothing soak in the tub, with scented candles and a slow music to set the mood. The fragrance of the candles filled me with peace, and the music helped shut the doors of my heart, which often tried to be emotional for no real reason.

When I was done, I dressed in a cream-colored suit, my favorite one. It had been made with the best fabrics by a famous fashion designer just for me. I paired it with my branded watch and shoes. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled proudly. I was very happy with the money I had earned. Then, I went downstairs to have breakfast.

One of the servants stood there at the bottom of the stairs as if waiting for me.

"Sir, my mom was admitted to the hospital. Her condition is very serious. Please allow me just two days off, as there is no one to take care of my mom. Please, sir," she said.

I couldn't take this kind of emotional drama. A long time ago, I turned my back on all these frivolous emotions. Now tears had no power to melt my heart. Instead, they just stoked my temper. Relationships were bullshit, useless to humanity, and love was meaningless. The only thing I loved and respected in this world was money. Money could work miracles.

People respect and love you if you have money. If you don't have money, everything you do looks like a big mistake. If you're rich, however, you can run the world and make your own rules.

"Don’t you know that I never do anyone any favors without getting something in return?" I said, leering at that girl seductively.

"Sir, I am not that that type of girl," she said.

"Are you sure? I know that type of girl well, and I can usually recognize her." I shrugged. "You have two options: Stop talking nonsense and get back to work. Or go to the hospital and visit me tonight," I said.

These girls love to seduce men with tears and emotions. Many girls claim they are not 'that kind of girl,' but I don't understand what the big deal is. Whether you seduce and manipulate a man for the security of marriage, or you do it for money, it's all the same. Prostitutes just have a more realistic outlook on their money troubles, yet these girls badmouth such women to try to prove that they are better than them.

"Sir, please."

"That's it, you're fired. And since you've wasted so much of my time this morning, your final pay will be deducted accordingly. Get lost. Now," I demanded in a firm tone, and the girl fled my house.

I went to the dining room and ate my noodles. My phone had already received many messages and calls over the course of that morning. I checked for the messages and calls that had the most potential make me successful and increase my profits.

Then, I went to the office and began signing contracts. The day soon became night without me even noticing. I loved being this busy because being this busy made a person successful. And I was also able to forget some of my past pain and heartbreak.

I got back home late at night, around 2 am. My room was quiet and dark. I switched on the light and grabbed a wine bottle. I sat on my bed and drank the whole thing. I remembered the face that destroyed my happiness long ago. Their laughter made me angry. I threw the empty bottle, and it smashed to pieces against the wall. I wished I could break that person into pieces just as easily.

I wanted to see that person helplessness, in tears and in pain. I wanted to crush that person's life under my feet without mercy. I wanted them to feel that death was better than living but that even death was out of their reach without my permission. This was not just a thirst for revenge or hatred. This was what that person deserved.

I drank three more bottles of wine, all the bottles ending up as broken as the first. Then, I dozed off due to the effects of the wine, dreaming of the day I could destroy that person's happiness once and for all.