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People do stupid things when they are angry...so don't curse Yadhu

Yadhu's POV

"Yadhu...Why are you still drinking and spoiling your health thinking of that filth?" Shreya's shriek made my already aching head hurt more.

"For god's sake, you are a doctor. If you go on like this, you can soon kiss your doctor's degree goodbye," she said in a disappointed voice.

"I-I'm sorry, Shrey...It's just ...every single time I close my eyes ...her betrayal suffocates me, "I told her the bitter truth of my life.

"Is she the last woman on earth?... Tell you honestly, she looks like a witch...without the broom, of course. And she is not even that beautiful for you to still think of her... So just get over her," she taunted angrily.

"Maybe...but she was the only woman in my life, "I sighed.

"Yadhu, The truth is you are ruining your life while she is enjoying hers with your brother. Do you want them to have the pleasure of seeing you failed in your life?" she asked sharply.

"Shrey...I will try..."I started, she cut me off harshly

"Listen to me, Yadhu, and listen to me well...You are the chief doctor in that hospital. I won't let you risk the life of patients there. Keep your personal and professional life separate. If you keep drinking like this, I am sure you will commit some mistake soon, making you regret your entire life. All I can do is show you the right path; the rest is your choice," she told me before hanging up the phone in distress.

I got up from the bed, thinking of Shreya's words. Indeed every word of hers is sincere...I have been spoiling my life.

It's been a week now after I took Adi out to see the mountains. It was the moment I had truly enjoyed and cherished. But after that, Adi got busy with his exams, and I scarcely got to see him around.

My loneliness scared me, and I resorted to drinking to fight it. I would remain sober during the days when I was working, but on off days like these, all hell breaks loose inside me. I would drink myself to the point where I lose my consciousness completely. I was sad and depressed, and the pain hurt so much that I cannot express it in words.

It was almost evening when I got up, and after doing my morning routines, I found that Smitha had already left after making my food. She had kept it inside the microwave, so I just reheated it and brought it to the living room. I didn't have any appetite, but I didn't want Smitha's hard work to go in vain. So I turned on the TV and surfed through the channels while eating food.

As I browsed through the channels, I froze at one entertainment channel, seeing a special interview given by none other than my dad, Mr.Saran Krishna, and his family, including Anjali. They were happily announcing the wedding date of Harsh and Anjali, which was planned a week later. Harsh and Anjali were sitting hand in hand and telling the interviewer how much they were in love. But strangely, it didn't affect me because I was looking at how happy Mr.Saran seemed for his favorite son, Harsh.

I carefully watched the interview and was shocked when the interviewer asked them,

"So, Ms.Anjali...Is it true that you were married to the elder brother of Mr.Harsh, and you had divorced him? And now you are marrying his brother. Isn't it a bit weird? "The interviewer was definitely trying to increase the channel's TRP.

"Is it ok if I answer that question?" My dad asked when he saw that Anjali had gone silent.

"Y-Yes, Mr.Saran," the girl who took the interview stammered.

"My elder son spoiled Anjali's life. He hid from all of us the fact that he is not fit for married life. Even then, Anjali decided to give the marriage a chance. But during the six months of her marriage with my elder son, all she got was mental torture and abuse. She never shared her pain with anyone. She tolerated him so that our family wouldn't be humiliated. But Anjali is like a daughter to me, and when I found out that she was suffering in that marriage, I wanted her to be freed from that relationship. Moreover, Harsh wished to take responsibility for what his elder brother had done to Anjali. Harsh couldn't see her in pain and was her lifeline during the difficult phase of her," he explained.

"So you mean to say that your elder son is ...impotent?" the girl asked, looking shocked.

"Yes," my dad answered with an unwavering look making me depressed. He had publicly shamed me. What have I ever done to them to deserve such contempt? I didn't hear the rest of the interview, nor did I care about my surroundings. I was burning in the pain of humiliation.

My dad ...or the man I called dad all these years had managed to disgrace me for their momentary entertainment. I was shocked to know that they felt honored by painting me as a person who lacked manliness. Something broke inside me, and I could feel my anger rising which made me throw the remote away and barge inside my room to seek my only solace.

Author's POV

Yadhu opened his cupboard, took out the beverage bottle, and started drinking to subside the pain and humiliation he suffered due to the people he had once considered to be his own.

His male ego was wounded badly after his father publicly shamed him. He had suffered silently throughout his marriage and divorce. He was loyal to Anjali throughout their marriage and never thought of another woman before or after their marriage. He just blamed himself that maybe he was not lucky enough to win the heart of Anjali. He neither cursed her nor Harsh and was still suffering due to them. Even after he silently left the city, all of them were hellbent on disgracing him.

As the effect of the alcohol seeped in his blood, so many thoughts roamed his head. His male ego was inflated to the size of a giant balloon. It started to control his thoughts, and all his beliefs turned into an illusion. He suddenly thought of something and bent down and searched beneath the cupboard for something with shivering hands. When he got his hands on the object he was searching for, he stood up, faltering on his own steps.

It is said that a man's ego is fragile, just like a woman's heart, and Yadhu's ego was hurt, making him want to do things that he hadn't dreamt of in his whole life.

Drunk and cynical about his capability as a man, he wanted to prove to himself and the world that he could indeed satisfy a woman. With trembling hands, he dialed the number on the card he found from underneath the cupboard. He heard the man's voice from the other side. The only response Yadhu spoke was, "How much for a night?" as the alcohol clouded his sensible thinking.

Yadhu walked out of the house with his wallet and car keys with wavering steps as the person responded. He didn't bother to respond to Raja's pleads to not drive in such a condition. With hatred and prejudice, he hurried to the exteriors of the town as his mind harbored unnecessary thoughts. He stopped at a secluded motel where he found the man on the phone waiting for him with the same vulgar smile.

"Welcome...Welcome...I already knew you would contact me," he winked.

"But never thought we would meet this soon," he chuckled.

"You are lucky, Sir...I have a new arrival today"...he laughed, but Yadhu did not hear a single word he said. He was lost in his own world.

"She is in room 21 on the second floor...waiting and ready for you," he said with a crude smile.

"You can go in once you give me my payment," he scratched his head.

"Here..."Yadhu slumped a stack of notes into the greedy man's hands. The moment he saw money, his eyes widened, and his lips curved into a big smile.

"Go in...enjoy your night," he said, busily counting the currency.

Yadhu made his way towards the room with difficulty. He tripped several times on his way to his destination. But his subconscious mind wanted to satisfy his ego. Finally, he reached the room and pushed the door open. In the dimly lit room, he could see a cot in which a woman was lying.

He angrily tottered towards her and sank beside her.

The woman was lying half-conscious on the bed unnoticed by him. All he could think was that he had paid to be with her, and she dared to sleep without tending to his needs.

"Hey you, wake up...I didn't pay money for you to sleep," he patted the girl's cheeks. The girl mumbled indistinctly in her lethargic state, annoying Yadhu.

Yadhu himself was immersed in his ego, hurt, and humiliation so much that he failed to understand the situation. He once again was succumbed to his pain and was in an extreme state. The alcohol in him didn't let him think reasonably. Without another thought, he removed his pants and the girl's skirt and spread himself into her body like a desperate man who wanted to prove himself that he was not impotent. After an hour, he climaxed and collapsed near the girl drifting off to a peaceful slumber without knowing the intensity of the grave sin he had unknowingly committed.

What Yadhu didn't know was that the following day would be one that will change his life forever.

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