**Title: Sammohan: Maya ya Jaal**
The district mental hospital stood as a grim reminder of the state's neglected healthcare system. Its once-white walls were now stained with grime and mold, the paint peeling off in long strips. The air inside was thick with the smell of antiseptic, mingled with the stench of decay and human despair. Flickering fluorescent lights cast eerie shadows in the dimly lit hallways, and the occasional scurrying of rats could be heard.
Dr. Krishna, a young and dedicated psychologist, was busy with his patients in this dilapidated facility. He had a kind face and a calm demeanor, traits that earned him the trust of his patients despite the grim surroundings. His small office was cluttered with files and books, a stark contrast to the neatness he maintained in his work.
In one corner of the hospital, there was a middle-aged woman who believed she was a queen from a forgotten kingdom. She wore makeshift crowns made of tin foil and demanded her "servants" bring her imaginary feasts. Krishna patiently listened to her stories, gently guiding her through her delusions with a mix of empathy and firm reality-checks.
Another patient, a young man in his twenties, sat in a corner muttering to himself. He was a victim of severe paranoia, convinced that invisible agents were out to get him. Krishna approached him with a warm smile, engaging him in a conversation that slowly eased his fears, if only for a while.
Suddenly, the screeching sound of brakes echoed through the hospital grounds, drawing everyone's attention. Outside, four sleek black cars had come to a halt, their presence a stark contrast to the rundown hospital. The sound of car doors opening and closing broke the usual monotony of the hospital's ambiance.
Ten imposing bodyguards, all dressed in black suits and sunglasses, stepped out of the cars. Their presence exuded authority and intimidation. They formed a protective circle around a man who emerged from one of the vehicles, dressed in an impeccably tailored business suit. He was tall and charismatic, his aura commanding respect. Beside him, his secretary, a poised woman with sharp features and an air of efficiency, clutched a leather-bound notebook and a tablet.
The sudden arrival of such a formidable entourage left the hospital staff and patients in stunned silence, their curiosity piqued and apprehension rising.
The man entered the hospital and made his way to the administrative cabin, his bodyguards standing at attention just outside. Inside, the cramped room felt even smaller with his imposing presence. He took a seat behind the desk, his expression unreadable but his authority palpable.
Miss Nandita, his efficient secretary, swiftly approached a nearby nurse. "Call Mr. Krishna. Mr. Raghav wants to meet him now," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.
The nurse hesitated, glancing nervously at Nandita. "Ma'am, Dr. Krishna specifically instructed us not to disturb him during his sessions."
Nandita's eyes flashed with irritation. "Do you have any idea how valuable Mr. Raghav's time is? He does not wait. Now, call Dr. Krishna immediately."
The nurse's hands trembled as she reached for the phone, but before she could dial, a voice rang out from the patient hall. "I will come after one hour, after finishing my job. If they can wait, then wait, or go out," Dr. Krishna's voice was firm, filled with a quiet authority that contrasted sharply with the tension in the air.
The atmosphere in the cabin grew thick with tension. Nandita's face flushed with anger, her mouth opening to retort, but a glance from Mr. Raghav silenced her. He leaned back in the chair, his expression contemplative.
Outside, the patients and staff watched the unfolding drama with a mix of curiosity and anxiety. The presence of the black-suited bodyguards added to the unease, their stoic faces betraying no emotion.
Mr. Raghav, however, remained calm. He studied the closed door of the patient hall, a faint smile playing on his lips. "We will wait," he said finally, his voice smooth and composed. "I am curious to meet this Dr. Krishna."
Nandita nodded curtly, her professional demeanor returning as she stepped back, but the tension lingered in the air, an electric current that ran through the hospital as everyone awaited the next hour.
The old cabin was cluttered with aging furniture and stacks of papers, the musty scent of neglect hanging in the air. Dr. Krishna entered, looking quite normal despite the tense atmosphere. He took a seat opposite Mr. Raghav, who watched him with keen interest.
"Mr. Krishna," Raghav began, leaning forward slightly, "I need a favor. I've heard something from my sources."
Krishna raised an eyebrow. "What type of favor?"
"I want you to destroy Mr. Radheshyam," Raghav stated plainly, his eyes cold and calculating.
Krishna's face remained impassive. "Sorry, you're at the wrong place. I'm a psychologist, not a hitman."
Raghav's lips curled into a small smile. "I can give you anything you want."
Krishna paused, considering the proposal. The idea of leveraging Raghav's wealth and influence was tempting. He weighed his options, knowing that such an opportunity could change his life and the lives of many others.
Finally, Krishna leaned back in his chair, his decision made. "I have demands," he said, his voice steady.
Raghav's eyes gleamed with interest. "Name them."
"First, you will open the biggest hospital in this town," Krishna stated firmly. "It will be owned by me. The rest of my demands, I'll reveal in due time."
Raghav nodded slowly, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "Done," he agreed. "We have a deal."
As the meeting concluded, the air in the cabin seemed to shift. The promise of change loomed large, and Krishna couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension about the path he had just chosen.
Raghav's gaze turned scrutinizing. "But I need to know if I'm placing my money on the right horse."
Krishna smiled, an air of confidence emanating from him. Without breaking eye contact with Raghav, he called, "Miss Nandita, could you come in here, please?"
Nandita entered the room, her expression neutral but professional. Krishna handed her a small flower he had taken from the desk. "Smell this," he instructed softly.
Nandita brought the flower to her nose and inhaled deeply. Almost immediately, her demeanor shifted. Her eyes softened, and a dreamy smile spread across her face.
"Baby, come here and sit on my lap," Krishna said, his voice calm and commanding.
Nandita, under the influence of Krishna's suggestion, began walking towards him. She gently sat on his lap, her expression one of serene contentment.
"Do you like my shoes?" Krishna asked, his tone almost playful.
"Yes," Nandita replied, her voice filled with adoration.
Raghav clapped, a look of impressed satisfaction on his face. "Remarkable," he said, his approval clear.
Krishna looked at Nandita and said, "You can go back now."
Nandita stood up and walked out of the room, her professional composure returning as if nothing had happened.
Raghav leaned back in his chair, a smile of satisfaction on his lips. "I think I've made the right choice," he said, the tension in the room dissipating into an atmosphere of mutual understanding.
