Arjun’s life spiraled further into darkness as he sank into a bleak, jobless existence. Once a respected doctor, he had lost his career, his reputation, and, it seemed, his will to fight for anything more. With his medical license revoked, he drifted aimlessly through the days, each one blending into the next, broken only by his need for the solace he found at the bottom of a bottle. Alcohol, once a crutch, had now become his constant, and the health that once defined him began to fade.

His appearance changed as he lost weight, his eyes dulled, and his skin paled. Friends and family, those who had admired and even envied his success, were nowhere to be seen. Even his older brother, Siddharth, who had once stood by him through thick and thin, had grown disillusioned, feeling unable to reach him anymore. But amid his self-destructive descent, one person remained: Ishita.