The cold, sterile room is eerily quiet save for the faint hum of medical equipment. A news broadcast plays on the large flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, the reporter's voice low and tense.
"In breaking news, authorities are investigating the shocking case of Laxmi's corruption and land acquisitions—events that have left dozens dead and many more in turmoil."
The camera pans over scenes of devastation—burnt fields, grieving families, and the wreckage of protests. Laxmi's case is now the talk of the nation, the man himself nowhere to be found.
In the center of the room, Ayan lies on a plush medical bed, his body weak but alive. His chest rises and falls steadily, a rhythmic breath that cuts through the silence. A doctor leans over him, carefully removing his oxygen mask and glasses, examining the bruised face with precision.
