Every time Maa had to go to work as a maid with her weakened body, I hated myself for being a filial son. Every time my little brother had to suppress his urge to play with toys, or turn his face away from restaurants offering all kinds of dishes, I hated myself for being a useless elder brother.
Eleven years! Eleven fucking years I worked day and night to improve the condition of my family.
And just when laughter finally began to fill my family, fate once again showed its true colour.
"What sins have I committed for you to hate me so much!?" I muttered, grabbing the locket of Lord Shiva I wore around my neck.
The moment Maa heard about the success rate of Raj's operation, she fell unconscious, unable to handle the shock.
She was carried to a separate emergency ward, accompanied by Leena and the other girl beside her, while Jay and I stayed outside the room where Raj was being treated.
