Rajavarthan’s phone buzzed in the dim glow of his office. He leaned back in his chair, smirking as he answered.

The voice on the other end was urgent. A powerful businessman with deep political connections spoke in a hushed but demanding tone.

"My daughter needs a heart transplant immediately. AB-negative. I don’t care how you do it, just get it within 24 hours."

Rajavarthan twirled the golden ring on his finger, his smirk deepening.

"Consider it done," he assured before ending the call.

He leaned forward and dialed another number. The goons on the other end knew what this meant. He sent them a list—ten names, ten young women with the rare AB-negative blood type.

"Find me a girl. She must be young. I want her alive. And listen carefully—no touching. I’ll pay 75% upfront."

The hunt began. Across the city, shadows moved unnoticed. The list had only ten names, but tracking them all within a day was nearly impossible. Hours passed. Then more. The tension in the air thickened.

By the time midnight struck, they had only managed to find two of them.

A dimly lit room. Two girls stood blindfolded, wrists bound, hearts hammering against their ribs. The goons exchanged glances before one of them barked,

"Remove the blindfolds."

As the cloth fell away, a familiar face emerged from the darkness.

Swetha.

The other girl—Reema—was shaking beside her, eyes darting around the room, trying to make sense of the nightmare they had been thrown into.

One of the goons stepped forward, arms crossed. "Your hearts are in high demand, girls. One of you will save a life tonight."

The words were laced with amusement.

"Talk it out. Decide who it’ll be. We’ll be back soon."

The door slammed shut, locking them inside the suffocating darkness.

Swetha’s breath was shallow, her mind racing. But it wasn’t panic that overtook her—it was realization.

She turned to Reema, whispering, "Do you know where we are?"

Reema just shook her head, too terrified to speak.

Swetha pressed her ear against the wall, peeking through a tiny gap. What she saw made her blood run cold.

Hundreds of girls. Tied up. Waiting.

Her stomach twisted. So this is how Rajavarthan does it. This is how the rich get their transplants overnight.

Tears welled in Reema’s eyes. "No one will save us. No one even knows we’re here."

Swetha clenched her jaw. "Someone will."

Reema looked at her, confused.

Swetha took a deep breath. "If I die, I believe we can save them all."

Reema flinched. "What the hell are you saying?"

"There is a man." Swetha’s voice was steady. "A man who grants the last wish of the dead. He fulfills every request, no matter what. If I die here, I will ask him to save you all."

Reema shook her head furiously. "That’s insane!"

Swetha closed her eyes, her mind flashing back to all the helpless patients in the hospital. The father who couldn’t save his child. The girls outside this room, waiting for a fate worse than death.

She exhaled. "No. It’s the only way."

Reema hesitated. "How can you be so sure?"