Aarna Singhania wanted many things from her life, but marrying her eldest brother's best friend was not one of them-the man who's narcissistic and borderline misogynistic. For him, women and poor people are not worth living.
How could her family eve...
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Aarna
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"Yes, I planned my own murder."
I sighed; it's already written in his case file. His parents believe he's lying, but he's not.
He looked confident with every word of his, very conscious of whatever he was saying.
There was no sign of any lie, any fear.
Adhiratha Singhal
Age 18
My new patient sits before me. I blinked, watching the smirk on his lips. Only heaven knows how I managed to control the urge to roll my eyes.
You're a doctor!
Sighing deeply, I looked at the kid sitting in front of me. Playing with the Rubik's Cube, he solved it three times, passed it to me to reshuffle it, and resumed his game.
He's suffering from major Active Suicidal Ideation, planned his own murder, and blackmailed people by making fake accounts on the internet. He tried to kill himself, but did not want to make it look like a suicide, so he planned everything.
He is a genius, hacked government secrets, blackmailed the officials, hired the goons, made a whole case of his life under a threat, and paid them to kill him.
The human brain is no joke; he doesn't want to live because life doesn't exist for him anymore. He thinks too highly of himself. And now he is my responsibility; I have never lost a single patient. I'll not lose this one, either.
"Why did you do this?"
He rolled his eyes and looked at me like I was the dumbest person he'd ever met. "I told you, I was bored. Had nothing to do."
Lie, like I can't see right through them, boy!
His guards are pretty high; for someone this intelligent, he's extremely convincing too.
"Explain bored." He looked at me as if I had lost my mind.
Yes, I have, long back.
"Did you forget you are the doctor here?" The tone was plain sarcastic; his dark eyes looked empty, like he was caging all his thoughts behind that darkness.
I stared at him, didn't question anything, didn't say a word. Judging him, I knew he'd again skip the question and wouldn't answer anything; I had to do other things to make him talk.
So I just stared.
Seven minutes had passed; none of us spoke.
While I just kept staring at him, he moved three times, getting uncomfortable. Finally, little progress!
