Prologue

Inside the Oswal Johan Dai Wardhman Hospital

A girl in her early twenties dashed through the hospital corridors, searching for a doctor who could assist her with the reports in her hands. Hearing her call, a passing doctor stopped to help her.

"Doctor, can you assist me in seeing these... Is there any mistake?" Jhanvi pursued the lady in white coat, showing her the results. Being a medical student, she can comprehend what's stated in the reports but her mind had gone all topsy-turvy. She found it difficult to interpret the findings and needed a second opinion. Tammy was reading them when an announcement of her name was heard.

"Dr. Tamanna Sabharwal kindly pay a visit to the Radiology Department, there is an emergency.' Tammy took the reports from Jhanvi before her name could be called again and read them thoroughly. "I'm sorry, it is indeed gastric cancer. I suggest admission." She sympathized with the grieved girl.

A dull ache settled into Jhanvi's leg, and she became aware of the growing heaviness. She turned about aimlessly, taking back the reports, unable to utter a single word of thankfulness. Her calf softened, and she felt the world around her turning dark. The words of gratitude failed to roll out as she turned around blankly, taking test reports back. 'Who said there is no greater disease than the loss of hope?' Lamenting, she left the hospital.

... Gastric cancer ... How could I have it? I'm just twenty-three!

Her limbs wobbled unsteadily as she walked uncertainly of the path she was following. This news will have devastating effects if she reveals the information to her only relative, her brother, she knows he will be shattered. Should I tell him? She was indecisive.

She walked out of the hospital and sat on an empty bench to reevaluate her thoughts. It took her whole afternoon to compose her emotions. "My life hasn't started yet. Will I succumb to depression?... ! No way! ... I couldn't be a pathetic patient... I have to make the most of my short time on Earth." She hailed a taxi and arrived at the dome of her medical hostel. Entering her room, she took off her glasses, followed by her 'Live a life Girl- T-shirt which seemed to be taunting her. Wiping her tears, she mumbled, 'I will be Ok,' and dumped the tee in the laundry basket. A glance in the mirror told her she had indeed reduced some weight.

"You have sexy curves, Jhanu, men would die on me if I have the same and flaunt ..." She recalled her bestie Shiksha's words, and reached for the bright red off-shoulder dress, and matching heels that brought her numerous proposals and roses at the ball last year.

Slipping into the dress and the heels, she turned on the curling rod. She was aware of the attention she gets when she curls her long tresses and she had big plans for tonight but somewhere in her heart was terrified of her Hitler brother.

Finally satisfied with her appearance and makeup she looked into the mirror with a content smile and said, "Yes, I intend to live my days as I have always desired. I, to be a doctor, Jhanvi Goel, am ready to take the world. This will be the fresh start I have always wished for. There's no GAME OVER for Jhanvi Goel."

She decided to spend all of her funds before the D day. Calling for a cab she ordered the driver to take her to her destination.

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Live life Nightclub

Getting on the dance floor, Jhanvi jumped erratically in an attempt to forget her sufferings. She resembled a fish caught in the water, But her stunning beauty, brilliant off-shoulder dress, and looming waist made a crowd of men go wild, and her feet hit the floor harder in response. She was going to live for herself on this day and had no desire to amuse anybody around her or in the universe. Even the colored mocktails failed to lift her spirits so, she stepped up and ordered alcohol and gulped it in a go. It didn't help her much rather made her jittery. After a few more glasses of wine, she was no longer tormented by the doctor's remarks. Sooner the liquor overshadowed her worries and vision. Taking measured steps, she looked for a seat and soon found one.

Apparently, It was the bar counter and the manager stepped forward to greet her, "Hola, young Lady."

"Hello, Manager!" Jhanvi sat down while greeting the manager.

"So, beautiful, what's your order?" the manager asked softly. However, unsure of the intent of her foggy head, she burped and took her time before asking, "What services are offered here?"

"Every type of service, one asks and picks." The manager replied by handing her the brochure. She was drawn to the word pick which she mistook for dick. "Good," she said, her confidence matching her clouded thinking. "Then hand me your best dick !."Her voice was slurry but understandable leaving the manager speechless.: certain that she had made a mistake, " Lovely, we don't have dicks here"

"You fart! Every service! You said that. Didn't you? Now get me one, or I'll sue this club for making false promises." Angry, Jhanvi reminded the manager. She can't live for long; can't her wishes be fulfilled? Injustice!

Seeing her puckered lips with "Please" the manager slobbered, wiped his face, and read the services from the brochure to the girl again. Twice she blinked and said, "oh! My mistake.'' When he noticed her standing, the manager breathed a sigh of relief. However, to make matters worse, she turned around and sat back. She thought for a second before taking out a bundle of notes from her purse and handing it to the confused manager. She grinned viciously as she whispered, "I will still go with my previous order. He should be handsome, with long legs...skilled... (Hiccups)...It's my first time. He can't hurt me, I am going to die...but... but you ...need not know...it! gotta? "

The manager was silent as he tried to process the young woman's instructions. As a brand-new member of the team, his job security was of the utmost importance. Unfortunately, since he started he encountered only difficult clients. The instructions required that all issues be handled if clients were prepared to pay. 'Happy clients, Happening club', it will get them a permanent position.' I can't lose this job.' This Saturday again his personal motto was questioned, and his morals were on the test once more.

Jhanvi noticed the manager was confused and extended her hand to touch his face in order to capture his attention."Can't you accommodate such a simple request as mine? If you dare to ghost me today, I'll turn into a ghost and haunt you when I die. Which I will soon." She appeared like a harmless but unfathomable little fairy to him. She was staring at him with watery eyes, longingly.

"It's just a simple request I'm asking for, please consider." He seemed to soften, so she used her fierce gaze but with a tempting "please" to force the cash into his hands. The manager hesitated before leaning close to whisper in her ear, "Please wait in room 999 on the second floor, and I will send someone there."

Jhanvi flashed him a bright smile, clapped him on the shoulder, and stated, "Thank you, Daddy Duck. You will get a promotion soon. You are trained well and know how to please your customers... I will recommend your name for promotion, Bro. You just give me a call on the room service phone to let me know when Dick is arriving. After Saying this, Jhanvi downed another drink and strolled to the staircase with a cool-as-a-cucumber demeanor, leaving the manager dumbfounded with her choice of words, 'Daddy and Bro'.

Staggering, she climbed the stairs swaying her hips. Her steps wobbled the entire way as she muttered to herself, "Farewell to virginity, at last, if I get pitted, I won't die a virgin. Doesn't that indicate, my one desire will be granted before my last goodbye to this world?" She was feeling satisfied. However, unaware of her thoughts, the manager felt stuck.

Jhanvi kept gulping the glass of wine all the way until she successfully found room 999. She didn't turn on the light when she entered the private room. She liked the lone dark room and threw herself lazily on the soft big bed. She was drained physically and mentally, and needed rest but didn't want to sleep.

Her eyes roamed outside the windowpane. The stars were few and brilliant. They appeared so peaceful and devoid of life's turmoil.

"Mom Dad, which of the beautiful stars are you?.... Can you tell me why my life is so difficult ... have I committed any evil actions?" She inquired before breaking down.

The clouds are not guilty of raining. Everyone has the right to vent out.