Swetha worked as a nurse at Rajavarthan Hospital, the most prestigious medical facility in the country—owned and run by Rajavarthan himself. She had no family, no wealth, and no attachments. But she had empathy, and that was enough. She became a nurse not for money, but because she truly wanted to serve people.

That morning, she stood by a patient's bedside, adjusting the IV drip. A well-dressed woman, adorned with expensive jewelry, sat on the bed, scrolling through her phone.

"Finally, today’s my discharge," the woman said with a satisfied sigh. "The operation was a success. By God’s grace, I got a perfectly matching liver."

Swetha smiled politely. "That’s good to hear. I hope you’ve learned your lesson—smoking and drinking nearly destroyed your liver. Maybe now, you’ll take better care of yourself?"

The woman laughed, pulling out a cigarette from her bag. "When I have unlimited money, why should I worry about diseases?" She lit the cigarette and took a deep drag. "There are plenty of poor people willing to sell their livers for a few lakhs. And I? I have more money than I can ever spend. Why should I compromise on my lifestyle?"

Swetha’s expression darkened. "Please, don’t smoke inside the hospital. There are patients here struggling to breathe."

The woman smirked, exhaled a puff of smoke, and walked away.

Somewhere in the Darkness...

In a hidden warehouse, deep within the shadows of the city, a room full of terrified women sat huddled together—their hands and feet bound with heavy ropes. Their eyes, filled with fear, darted toward the steel door every time it creaked.

In the next room, a shirtless man stepped out, wiping sweat from his forehead. His face was twisted with pleasure as he turned to another man waiting outside.

"I’m done with her," he said with a satisfied sigh. "You can have your turn now. Rajavarthan wants her kidney extracted."

The other man grinned and entered the room. Moments later, the air was filled with blood-curdling screams.

Back at the Hospital

Swetha walked through the pediatric ward, carrying a tray of medicines. She stopped by a young girl, barely ten years old, whose kidneys were failing. The child's mother sat beside her, holding her tiny hand, while her father stood by helplessly.

This was their last hope—Rajavarthan Hospital was the best in organ transplantation. But the girl's family was poor, and they had no money for the procedure. The only reason they were here was because an NGO was trying to gather funds for her treatment.

Across the room, a well-dressed businessman entered, holding his wife’s hand. She was another patient in need of a kidney transplant.

"Darling, the doctors confirmed it," he said with a triumphant smile. "Your kidney is ready. The surgery is tomorrow."

His wife hugged him in relief. Their young son jumped with joy. "My dad is a hero! My dad is rich! He can do anything!"

They laughed, basking in the security of their wealth.

The poor girl’s father watched them, eyes brimming with sorrow. His daughter had been waiting for months.

Turning to Swetha, he pleaded, "Why? Why do the rich get their organs immediately, while the poor have to wait? My daughter might not survive that long... Please, can you help us?"

Swetha had no answer. Holding back her own frustration, she turned and walked toward Rajavarthan’s office.

Swetha entered Rajavarthan’s lavish office. The man sat behind a marble desk, casually sipping a glass of expensive red wine.

"Sir," she said, her voice trembling, "why do only the rich get transplants immediately while the poor are forced to wait? Do their lives mean nothing? Hundreds die while waiting for their turn."

Rajavarthan smiled, setting down his glass. "Swetha, organ transplantation isn’t charity—it’s business. The rich pay upfront, while the poor rely on donations. The NGOs you love so much? They collect money from crowdfunding, and that takes months. Meanwhile, I have investors, doctors, and a hospital to run. If someone can’t afford life, then perhaps… they don’t deserve it."

Swetha clenched her fists. "But, sir… you are already the richest man in this country. You could save hundreds of lives without feeling a loss!"

Rajavarthan chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "And why would I do that? I’m saving my money for my children. For their children’s children. Why should I waste it on strangers?"

Swetha’s eyes burned with frustration. "At least help the little girl with kidney failure. She doesn’t have time—please, just this once!"

Rajavarthan smirked. "Fine. Go to her mother and tell her to leave her husband. If she agrees to marry me, I’ll save her daughter."

Swetha felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. She turned away, tears spilling down her cheeks.

This world was truly cruel.