Richard, Karikalan, and Veera rushed through the sterile
corridors of the government hospital, their footsteps echoing with urgency.
Pragyan had been admitted after Elara's devastating attack, his body broken,
his spirit flickering.
Outside the ICU, his parents sat collapsed in sorrow. His
mother's cries pierced the silence. "I never thought this would happen to you,
my son… Why must it always be like this for a family like ours?"
His father's voice trembled, heavy with guilt. "I am the
one responsible for this. If I had earned more money… if I had provided better…
my son would not have ended like this."
Their tears fell endlessly, grief and regret intertwining.
Veera, his own eyes swollen from crying, stepped closer,
his voice shaking. "Mom… what happened? Why are you crying? What happened to my
brother? Is he… is he alright?"
The mother turned, her face streaked with tears, unable to
answer. The silence of the ICU door loomed heavier than any words.
Richard clenched his fists, Karikalan's jaw tightened, and
Veera's heart pounded with fear. Inside that room, Pragyan's fate hung between
life and death, while outside, his family drowned in sorrow.
The doctor stepped out of the ICU, his face expressionless,
his hands still smelling faintly of anesthesia. Pragyan's father rushed
forward, his voice trembling with fear. "What happened to my son? Is he
alright, doctor?"
The doctor's tone was flat, devoid of comfort. "Well… I
have nothing more to say, sir. Your boy has gone into a coma after that brutal
attack. Nothing can be done hereafter."
The words fell like stones. The family froze, then
collapsed into tears. His mother wailed, clutching her chest. "He's gone… my
son is gone…"
His father's voice cracked, heavy with guilt. "This is my
fault. If only I had earned more… if only I had protected him… he wouldn't have
ended like this."
Karikalan stepped forward, his fists trembling, his voice
breaking with desperation. "Why are you saying this? Please! I am begging you —
save him!"
But the doctor shook his head, his voice firm yet distant.
"No. I cannot save him. I put all my efforts into saving him. Now… it is up to
God."
The corridor fell silent. The family's cries echoed against
the sterile walls, their grief heavier than the air itself. Pragyan's body lay
in coma, his spirit hovering between life and death, while outside, his loved
ones drowned in sorrow and helplessness.
Pragyan's father's voice thundered through the sterile
corridor, his grief boiling into rage. "How dare you speak like this about my
son? I waited nearly two hours to admit him! I begged, I pleaded, but you and
your staff ignored me. You sent me roaming from one medical shop to another for
nothing. Is this how you respond to people in their worst hour?"
The doctor's face hardened, his tone sharp and dismissive.
"Listen, it's not my fault, you idiot. It's your son. If he hadn't ended up
like this, he'd be alive today. This is a hospital, not a mortuary. We are
doctors, not servants. Watch your mouth."
He turned to leave, but Karikalan stepped forward, his
fists clenched, his voice burning with fury. "Then why did you become a doctor?
You pledged to help people in their worst condition. But you came into this
field for money, didn't you? You earn because of us — because of the taxes we
pay. And yet this hospital looks like a fish market, stinking, filthy, with no
proper facilities. Where is our money going?"
The doctor sneered, his arrogance unshaken. "Hey, I don't
care about your talk. More than a hundred patients visit this hospital every
day. Even the staff can't manage such a crowd. If you wanted better care, you
should have gone to a private hospital."
Pragyan's father's voice cracked, heavy with despair. "We
don't have the money to admit our son in a private hospital…"
The doctor's reply was cold, cutting like a blade. "Then
shut your mouths and take care of your son's body."
His words echoed like poison in the corridor. The family
froze, their grief deepening into helpless rage. Karikalan's eyes burned, his
vow of justice now extending beyond the ring — against arrogance, against
cruelty, against a system that had failed them.
Richard's fists clenched as he stepped forward, his voice
sharp with rage. "What did you just say?"
But before he could act, Karikalan's hand gripped his
shoulder, his tone firm yet calm. "Richard, calm down. This is not the place to
show your anger. Please… hold it back."
The doctor's voice cut through the corridor, cold and
commanding. "Enough. Leave this hospital. Parents, carry your son's body out.
Nurse, escort them."
Pragyan's parents froze, their faces pale with shock. His
mother's voice cracked with despair. "Doctor… what are you saying? This is not
fair. We admitted our son here because we believed in you. We thought you could
cure him. How can we relieve him from this coma without your help?"
Richard stepped forward again, his voice trembling with
apology. "Please… I apologise for what I said. Don't punish them for my anger."
But the doctor sneered, his words dripping with contempt.
"Pipe down, foreigner. Do you think apologising will win the argument? Nurse,
how long will you take to remove the body?"
Pragyan's parents collapsed to their knees, tears
streaming, their hands clutching at the doctor's feet. "Please… don't do this.
We beg you."
The doctor recoiled, his face twisted with disgust.
"Disgusting. Why do you ugly people kneel down and touch my feet? Now my feet
are dirtied by your filthy hands."
The words echoed like poison. Karikalan's fists twisted,
Richard's eyes burned. The arrogance had crossed the line. The grief of the
family transformed into fury, and the sterile hospital corridor became a
battlefield of dignity and rage.
Karikalan's voice thundered, his rage uncontainable. "How…
how could you say such words to a family already broken by their son's
condition? I will never forgive you for this insult!"
He stepped forward, his fist twisting with fury, and
launched a powerful punch toward the doctor.
But the blow never landed.
Instead, the air itself cracked. A shockwave burst from
Karikalan's fist, tearing through the corridor. The wall shattered, fragments
scattering across the floor. The crowd froze, their eyes wide with disbelief.
The doctor collapsed instantly, fainting from the sheer
force of the unleashed power. Silence consumed the hospital.
Richard rushed forward, his voice urgent. "Karikalan! Calm
down! Please!"
Karikalan's chest heaved, his eyes burning with regret.
"Sorry… I went too far. I tried to control my anger, but it turned the table."
He turned to Richard and Veera, his tone steady but
commanding. "Richard, Veera — ask your parents to leave this hospital. We will
find another place to admit your brother."
With determination, Karikalan bent down, lifting Pragyan's
unconscious body into his arms. The family followed, their tears mixing with
newfound hope. Together, they left the hospital, stepping away from arrogance
and cruelty, carrying their brother toward the unknown — toward survival.
The video of Karikalan's confrontation with the doctor
spread across the internet like wildfire. In homes, cafés, and forums, people
argued endlessly:
"It's fake!"
"It's AI!"
"No one can break a wall with
just a punch!"
"Did you see the air force? That
was real!"
Shock, disbelief, and awe rippled across the world. The
clip became more than a video — it became a legend.
Meanwhile, in a luxurious hospital suite, Elara lay injured
from his battle with Pragyan. His girlfriend, Rani, sat beside him, scrolling
through her phone.
She gasped, showing him the video. "I can't believe this!
His punch destroyed the wall itself. I think it's AI. No one can do this…
except you, Elara."
Elara smiled, his arrogance intact. "Yeah, you're right. No
one in the world can break a wall without physical contact, my dear."
But deep inside, his thoughts were darker, sharper. "It's
not true, babe. It is real. At first, I thought it was fake… but the air force
of Karikalan's punch shook the wall. His fists are truly powerful. I
underestimated him. Rajan… be careful. This isn't the same guy I fought five
years ago."