Where the Lotus blooms Again

Chapter - 1 Me who ?

A girl in her mid-twenties was fast asleep on her queen-sized bed. It was a large bed, covered in pink bedsheets with glittery pink pillows and stuffed animals scattered around. Wrapped tightly in a pinkish quilt, her whole body was hidden beneath it.

The wall facing the bed was covered with pictures of the beautiful girl, who had short hair with red highlights. In all the photos, she was alone—except for two. In one, she stood with her family, and in another, a man dressed in ethnic wear filled her hairline with vermillion.

Above the bed, a clock ticked past 12 in the afternoon. The room was huge, with a large window and a walk-in closet that anyone would dream of. Everything was neat, except for the empty whisky and vodka bottles on the coffee table near the window. A small pile of white powder residue lingered on the table and the sofa nearby.A knock sounded at the door.

"Ma'am, please wake up," a male voice called from the other side of the door.

The girl didn't stir

."Ma'am?" the voice said again, this time with a hint of anxiety.

He knocked once, twice, and then, unable to contain his worry, he cautiously entered the room. His nostrils were immediately hit by the strong smell of alcohol—and something illegal.

The man, in his late twenties, looked sharp in a white shirt and black pants. He had curly hair and a round face, though his expression was full of fear as he approached the bed slowly, calling out the mistress's name.

"Ma'am...?"

"Ma'am, is this some kind of prank?"

"RoRo?" he asked, his voice shaking.

He extended his arm, lifting the quilt slightly to reveal her face. Her kajal and mascara were smudged, and her lipstick smeared across her cheeks. Tear stains marred her face, as if she had cried herself to sleep—or worse.

The man began to tremble, cold sweat gathering on his forehead.

He shook her lightly, calling out again."RoRo! RoRo!"

"Rajendrapriya! Wake up!" he shouted desperately.

Panicking, he fumbled for his phone and dialed a number quickly.

"Doctor, it's happened again. Please come immediately," the servant said, voice trembling.

Within ten minutes, the doctor arrived, examining Rajendrapriya.

Meanwhile, outside the room, the servants exchanged fearful glances—not because their jobs were at risk, but because their young mistress was suffering.

An old man whispered to the curly-haired boy, "Rudr, did you inform sir?"

Rudr looked at him with sad eyes and showed his phone.

A single reply read: 'k.'

The old man sighed deeply.The doctor emerged from the room and looked at Rudr, his face serious. "Overdose. Again."

Everyone exchanged grim looks as the doctor gestured for Rudr to follow him.

"Kab tak chalega yeh sab? (How long will this go on?)" the doctor asked, adjusting his glasses.

Rudr stammered, "Sir, ma'am's been under a lot of stress—"The doctor cut him off, almost shouting before lowering his voice.

"Then take her to a proper rehab, or get her to a therapist."He sighed, stopping in the hallway.

Placing a hand on Rudr's shoulder, the doctor said softly, "Rudr, this time she won't wake up soon."

Rudr's body went cold. "Why?" he asked, his voice shaking.