Bound by mistake

CHAPTER19 （MAHI）

The first thing I did after entering the mansion was remove Aryan's scarf.

The second thing I did was stare at it.

The third thing I did was question my life choices.

I sat on the edge of my bed.

The scarf resting in my lap.

A perfectly normal scarf.

Nothing special.

Just a piece of cloth.

Then why was I looking at it as if it held the secrets of the universe?

I dropped it onto the bed immediately.

No.

Absolutely not.

I stood up.

Walked three steps away.

Stopped.

Turned around.

And looked at it again.

This was ridiculous.

Completely ridiculous.

I was a doctor.

An educated woman.

A responsible adult.

Yet somehow a scarf had defeated me.

A knock sounded on the door.

I immediately grabbed the scarf and threw it into a drawer.

Then froze.

Why had I hidden it?

I stared at the drawer.

Horrified.

The knock came again.

"Mahi?"

Alina.

Thank God.

I hurried over and opened the door.

The moment she stepped inside, her eyes narrowed.

Dangerous.

Very dangerous.

The woman had the instincts of a detective.

"What?"

I asked immediately.

"What what?"

"That look."

Alina smiled.

A terrible sign.

"Nothing."

A lie.

An obvious one.

Her gaze moved around the room.

Then landed directly on the slightly open drawer.

My soul left my body.

"Oh."

No.

No.

No.

Alina looked back at me.

Slowly.

Suspiciously.

Then a grin spread across her face.

The kind of grin that ruined lives.

"What did you hide?"

"Nothing."

"What did you hide?"

"Nothing."

"Mahi."

"Alina."

She folded her arms.

I folded mine.

The battle lines had been drawn.

And somehow...

I already knew I was going to lose.

I pulled Alina inside.

Then immediately looked into the corridor.

Left.

Right.

Nobody.

Good.

I shut the door.

Locked it.

Then checked the handle.

Twice.

Alina watched the entire performance silently.

Finally, I turned toward her.

"Alina."

My voice sounded far more dramatic than intended.

"I am doomed."

Her eyebrows rose.

"What?"

"I don't know when."

I started pacing.

"I don't know how."

Another turn.

"But I am doomed."

Alina stared at me for several seconds.

Then pointed toward the couch.

"Okay."

A pause.

"First, relax."

I immediately shook my head.

"No."

"Sit."

"No."

"Mahi."

"You sit."

Alina blinked.

"What?"

"I have to tell you everything."

I pointed dramatically.

"Everything, Alina."

She sat down.

Slowly.

Like someone approaching a wild animal.

Meanwhile, I finally dropped onto the couch.

The exact couch Aryan usually slept on.

And immediately regretted it.

His cologne lingered faintly in the fabric.

My entire body froze.

I stood up so quickly it was almost impressive.

Alina's eyes narrowed.

Dangerously.

Very dangerously.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

A lie.

An obvious lie.

"Mahi."

I pointed at the couch.

Unable to form a proper explanation.

"The couch."

"What about it?"

I opened my mouth.

Then immediately closed it.

Because saying the actual reason out loud felt like self-destruction.

"Nothing."

Another lie.

A worse one.

Alina looked at the couch.

Then at me.

Then back at the couch.

And suddenly—

Her eyes widened.

"Oh."

My soul left my body.

"Oh?"

The grin appeared.

The grin.

The one that should have been classified as a weapon.

"Oh."

"No."

"Oh."

"Alina."

"Oh."

I covered my face with both hands.

This was a disaster.

A complete disaster.

The woman was smiling.

Actually smiling.

"Tell me."

"No."

"Mahi."

"No."

"What happened?"

I lowered my hands.

Looked directly into her eyes.

And said the words that had been haunting me all morning.

"I think something is wrong with me."

For one second.

Alina looked concerned.

Genuinely concerned.

Then I continued.

"My heart keeps acting weird whenever Aryan is around."

The concern vanished immediately.

Completely.

She leaned back against the couch.

Crossed her arms.

And smiled.

A smile that said she already knew exactly where this conversation was going.

Unfortunately...

I was beginning to suspect she was right.

"Maybe it's because I have some heart problem."

Alina stared at me.

For a long moment.

Then she blinked.

Slowly.

"Mahi."

I continued pacing.

"What if it's some rare condition?"

"Mahi."

"What if medical science hasn't discovered it yet?"

"Mahi."

I stopped.

Turned toward her.

"What?"

She looked genuinely offended.

"You are a doctor."

I pointed at myself.

"Exactly."

"That does not support your argument."

"It does."

"It doesn't."

I resumed pacing.

"What if it's a very rare disease?"

"A disease."

"Yes."

"A disease that only appears around one specific person."

I paused.

Thought about it.

Then nodded.

"Exactly."

Alina covered her face.

For a second, I thought she was crying.

Then I realized she was laughing.

The traitor.

She lowered her hand.

"It is indeed a disease."

I froze.

My eyes widened.

"I knew it."

"But it isn't rare."

I frowned.

"What do you mean?"

She rolled her eyes so hard I was surprised they didn't get stuck.

Then she said,

"Maybe you like him."

Silence.

Complete silence.

I stared at her.

She stared back.

Waiting.

Finally, I laughed.

A very fake laugh.

"Hah."

Another one.

"Hah."

Alina wasn't impressed.

I pointed at her.

"You just say anything."

"Mahi."

"Anything."

"Mahi."

"This is impossible."

Alina folded her arms.

"Why?"

I opened my mouth.

Then immediately closed it.

Because the answer should have been easy.

Instead...

Nothing came out.

Why was it impossible?

Because he annoyed me?

Not a valid reason.

Because we argued?

Also not a valid reason.

Because he drove me insane?

Unfortunately, still not a valid reason.

My confidence weakened.

Slightly.

Dangerously.

Alina noticed immediately.

Like a shark smelling blood.

"You turned on his heater."

I froze.

"That means nothing."

"You fixed his blanket."

"Doctor duties."

"You brought him water."

"He forgets things."

"You checked on him in the middle of the night."

"I was making sure he wasn't freezing to death."

Alina nodded slowly.

Then smiled.

The smile of a woman who knew she had already won.

I pointed at her again.

"You are twisting facts."

"Am I?"

"Yes."

She leaned forward.

"Then answer one question."

I narrowed my eyes.

"What?"

Alina's grin widened.

"When he didn't text you back..."

My stomach sank.

"...why were you worried?"

I immediately looked away.

A terrible sign.

An absolutely terrible sign.

Because for the first time since this conversation started...

I didn't have an answer.

I sat down beside Alina.

Then dramatically fell backward onto the bed.

"Alina."

She patted my back.

A sign she had accepted my fate.

"I am doomed."

"No, you're not."

"I am."

"No."

"I am."

She sighed.

Then patted my shoulder again.

The way people comforted patients before delivering bad news.

"Okay."

She shifted slightly.

"Now tell me what happened."

I sat up.

Took a deep breath.

And explained everything.

The nightmare.

The snow.

The scarf.

The snowball fight.

The nickname.

The almost-fall.

The way he looked at me.

The way I looked away.

The way he kept smiling.

The way I kept noticing it.

By the time I finished, I felt exhausted.

Alina simply sat there.

Listening.

Occasionally nodding.

Occasionally trying not to laugh.

A terrible friend.

Finally, after I finished speaking, she released a long breath.

Then said,

"Okay."

I waited.

"So."

Another pause.

"You are in love with him."

My soul left my body.

Immediately.

I grabbed my hair.

Then fell backward onto the bed again.

"No."

Alina looked unconvinced.

"No?"

"No."

A pause.

"Maybe."

Alina burst out laughing.

I covered my face with a pillow.

The humiliation was unbearable.

"Maybe?"

I groaned.

"Stop repeating my words."

"You said maybe."

"I know what I said."

The pillow muffled my voice.

Alina continued laughing.

A terrible human being.

A truly terrible human being.

I pulled the pillow away and stared at the ceiling.

"This is bad."

"Why?"

I turned toward her.

"Because."

"Because?"

"What if he doesn't like me?"

The words escaped before I could stop them.

Silence filled the room.

Alina's smile softened slightly.

And unfortunately...

That scared me even more.

Because it meant she was taking me seriously.

A very bad sign.

"Mahi."

I closed my eyes.

"No."

"Mahi."

"No."

"What if he does?"

My eyes opened.

Immediately.

The possibility had never even crossed my mind.

And somehow...

That was far more terrifying.

Alina looked at me for a long moment.

The teasing had disappeared from her face.

For once...

She looked serious.

"Mahi."

I looked at her.

"Don't let your past destroy your future."

The words hit harder than I expected.

I looked down at my hands.

Silent.

She continued.

"Okay?"

"You always tell me to go with the flow."

I didn't answer.

"You always tell me to trust God's plan."

A small smile appeared on her face.

"So don't start fighting it now."

I released a breath.

Part of me wanted to argue.

Another part knew she was right.

Slowly, I nodded.

"Okay."

For a moment, silence settled between us.

Then doubt returned.

Because apparently my brain enjoyed suffering.

"But what if—"

"No."

I blinked.

"What?"

Alina pointed a finger at me.

Immediately.

"No buts."

I opened my mouth.

"No ifs."

My mouth closed again.

"No overthinking."

"That's impossible."

"It isn't."

"It literally is."

She ignored me.

A skill she had perfected over the years.

"Mahi."

I sighed dramatically.

"What?"

"Just live."

I stared at her.

Confused.

She smiled.

A soft smile this time.

Not a teasing one.

Not an annoying one.

Just warm.

"Stop trying to predict the future."

I looked away.

Because unfortunately...

That was exactly what I had been doing.

"What if he doesn't like me?"

"What if this goes wrong?"

"What if I get hurt?"

"What if—"

She looked at me.

Then pointed a finger at me again.

Apparently that was her favorite activity today.

"Okay."

I narrowed my eyes.

"Okay what?"

"Stop predicting the future."

She sat beside me again.

"Stop worrying about things that haven't happened."

I opened my mouth.

She immediately raised her finger.

"No."

I closed it again.

Satisfied, she nodded.

"Live in the present."

I stared at her.

"Live the moment, girl."

A dramatic pause followed.

Then a smile appeared on her face.

A different one.

Softer.

Warmer.

And suddenly my curiosity won.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

Her smile widened.

"I have good news."

I froze.

Good news?

The phrase felt unfamiliar.

Like a word from another language.

Ever since arriving at this mansion, most surprises had been disasters.

For once...

A good surprise sounded nice.

I turned toward her.

"Okay."

My curiosity grew.

"What is it?"

For the first time since entering the room, Alina looked nervous.

Actually nervous.

She glanced down.

A faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

Immediately, my eyebrows pulled together.

Something was happening.

Something important.

"Alina."

She looked up.

Then smiled.

"Mahi."

The smile grew.

"You're going to be an aunt."

For a second...

I forgot how to breathe.

"What?"

She laughed softly.

I stared at her.

Waiting for her to say she was joking.

She didn't.

Instead, she nodded.

Slowly.

My eyes widened.

"No."

Another nod.

"Yes."

The shock lasted exactly two seconds.

Then I launched myself at her.

Immediately.

Wrapping my arms around her.

"Oh my God."

A laugh escaped me.

Then another.

I pulled back just enough to look at her.

"Are you serious?"

She nodded again.

Tears filled her eyes.

Happy tears.

And suddenly mine weren't far behind.

"I'm so happy."

The words came out in a rush.

Completely genuine.

Completely unfiltered.

I hugged her again.

Tighter this time.

A child.

Alina was going to have a child.

The realization made my smile grow even wider.

"You are going to be a mother."

Alina laughed through her tears.

"And you're going to spoil my child."

I immediately nodded.

Without hesitation.

"Absolutely."

"That wasn't a question."

"Still."

I smiled.

"Absolutely."

For the first time that day...

The future didn't seem scary.

It seemed beautiful.

The next hour disappeared completely.

Not because of Alina.

Because of me.

"Okay."

I grabbed a notebook.

"We need names."

"Mahi—"

"If it's a girl."

I ignored her completely.

"Vrishti."

Alina blinked.

"If it's a boy."

Another page.

"Rishi."

"Mahi."

"Those names are final."

Alina stared at me.

Then at the notebook.

Then back at me.

The woman hadn't even finished her first trimester.

I had already named her child.

A completely reasonable reaction.

"You don't get to decide that."

I looked at her.

"Wrong."

Then pointed at myself.

"Favorite aunt privileges."

"You aren't even an aunt yet."

"Details."

Alina laughed.

A proper laugh this time.

The kind I hadn't heard from her in a while.

Then I started planning the baby shower.

The location.

The decorations.

The guest list.

The cake.

The food.

The gifts.

Everything.

At some point, Alina stopped arguing.

Mostly because she realized I wasn't listening.

Eventually she leaned back and released a breath.

"You've thought about this before."

I looked up.

Immediately offended.

"No."

A pause.

"Maybe."

Another pause.

"A little."

She laughed again.

I smiled.

I couldn't help it.

The thought of a tiny baby running around made my heart melt.

Whenever she and her husband wanted to go on a date...

I would babysit.

Whenever they needed help...

I would help.

Whenever Vrishti or Rishi wanted something...

I would get it.

I was going to be the best aunt.

The absolute best.

Nobody would compete.

Nobody.

Alina looked at me.

A knowing smile on her face.

"That child is going to have you wrapped around their little finger."

I thought about it.

For approximately one second.

Then nodded.

"Absolutely."

"No hesitation?"

"None."

She laughed.

I laughed too.

And for the first time all day...

I wasn't thinking about Aryan.

Or nightmares.

Or the future.

Or anything complicated.

I was simply excited.

Because somewhere in the future...

A tiny person was going to call me Aunt Mahi.

And honestly?

I couldn't wait.

I pointed my pen directly at her.

A very important discussion was taking place.

"Now."

I narrowed my eyes.

"No junk food."

Alina groaned immediately.

"Mahi."

"No."

I pointed the pen again.

"Healthy food only."

She threw her head back dramatically.

"Don't become my mother."

I ignored the comment.

A skill I had developed years ago.

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

I grabbed my phone.

"If necessary, I will call your husband."

Her eyes widened.

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

"Mahi."

"I want daily reports."

She stared at me.

Horrified.

"Daily?"

"Daily."

"This is dictatorship."

"This is healthcare."

"It's harassment."

"It's prevention."

Alina covered her face.

Then sighed dramatically.

Apparently she had accepted defeat.

A wise decision.

"As you say, Doctor Mahi."

I nodded.

Satisfied.

Then a grin appeared on her face.

Dangerous.

Very dangerous.

"Sorry."

She sat up straighter.

"As you say..."

A pause.

A smile.

"...Massi Mahi."

I froze.

Completely.

The room went silent.

Massi Mahi.

The words echoed inside my head.

Massi Mahi.

Again.

And again.

And again.

A laugh escaped me before I could stop it.

Then another.

The smile on my face grew instantly.

Massi.

I liked that.

Far more than I should.

Alina saw my reaction and groaned.

"Oh no."

"What?"

"Oh no."

I looked at her.

Confused.

She pointed at me.

"You like it."

I tried to act serious.

Failed immediately.

"I do."

"Great."

She sighed.

"Now you've become even more dangerous."

I smiled.

Completely unapologetic.

Because for the first time in my life...

Someone was going to call me Massi.

And somehow...

That sounded perfect.

After deciding absolutely everything—

The names.

The baby shower.

The babysitting schedule.

The future.

The entire universe.

A knock sounded on my door.

"Come in."

The door opened.

Ekaansh stood outside.

His expression immediately turned suspicious when he saw the notebook in my hand and Alina sitting on the bed.

A wise reaction.

"Yes?" I asked.

He looked at Alina.

Then at me.

Then back at Alina.

"Bhabhi."

A pause.

"Your friend's husband is waiting downstairs."

I blinked.

Once.

Then looked at Alina.

Then back at Ekaansh.

"Tell him to wait."

Before he could respond—

I closed the door.

Directly in his face.

Then hurried back toward the bed.

Priorities.

"Okay."

I grabbed the notebook again.

"Back to important matters."

Alina stared at me.

"Mahi."

"What?"

"Advik is waiting."

I continued writing.

"He can wait."

"Mahi."

"What?"

She pointed toward the clock.

I followed her gaze.

Then froze.

10:00 a.m.

My eyes widened.

Immediately.

"No."

Alina nodded.

"Yes."

I looked at the clock again.

Then at her.

Then at the clock.

Again.

"No."

"Mahi."

"You came here at eight."

Another nod.

"It's been two hours."

I stared at her.

Completely horrified.

"Two hours?"

"Two hours."

I looked down at the notebook.

Then at the ten pages of plans we had somehow created.

A realization hit me.

"Oh."

Alina crossed her arms.

"You forgot."

"I forgot."

The woman was carrying an entire human being.

And somehow I had forgotten time itself.

Alina rolled her eyes.

Playfully.

Then stood up.

"Don't worry."

She adjusted her jacket.

"We'll meet you after your hospital shift."

I nodded immediately.

"Okay."

Then pointed a finger at her.

One final warning.

"No junk food."

She groaned.

"Mahi."

"I'm serious."

"I know."

"And drink water."

"Mahi."

"And—"

"Mahi."

I pressed my lips together.

Fine.

For now.

She opened the door.

Then looked back.

A grin appeared on her face.

"Bye, Massi Mahi."

I immediately smiled.

Traitor.

The woman knew exactly what she was doing.

A laugh escaped me.

"Go."

She laughed too.

Then disappeared into the corridor.

I stood there smiling for several seconds.

Until I remembered.

I had a hospital shift.

And approximately zero minutes left to get ready.

"Oh no."

Then I ran.

I quickly combed my hair.

Changed into fresh clothes.

Grabbed my bag.

The snow was still falling outside.

Soft.

Quiet.

Almost beautiful enough to distract me from everything else.

I smiled to myself.

I was going to be a Massi soon.

That thought stayed in my mind as I checked my wristwatch.

Twenty minutes.

Perfect.

I could make it on time.

I ran down the stairs.

Quick footsteps echoing in the hallway.

But when I reached the entrance—

The car was already gone.

I stopped.

"...Of course."

I turned toward the door.

Still manageable.

I had time.

I stepped forward quickly—

And bumped into someone.

Hard.

My bag slipped slightly from my shoulder.

I stumbled back and steadied myself.

My hand pressed against his chest instinctively.

Then I looked up.

Green eyes.

Black hair.

A stranger.

He immediately stepped back.

"Sorry—are you okay?"

I blinked once.

"Yes. I'm fine."

Too fast.

Too sharp.

I took a step back.

"I didn't see you."

He nodded politely.

"I noticed."

There was a brief pause.

Not awkward.

Just... unfamiliar.

"I'm late," I said quickly.

"I should go."

He moved aside immediately.

"Of course."

Then added after a second,

"I'm Armaan."

I hesitated.

"Mahi."

Something flickered in his expression.

Recognition... or curiosity.

But I didn't stay long enough to figure it out.

I was already running late.

And I didn't notice—

From a distance, someone was watching.

I looked toward Aryan.

His gaze wasn't on me.

It was fixed on Armaan.

And his jaw was clenched.

Hard.

I frowned.

What was that about?

I walked over to him.

His eyes never left Armaan.

Armay.

Amran.

Armaan.

Honestly, Mahi, you forgot the man's name five seconds after hearing it.

Wonderful.

And you were supposed to be a doctor.

"Aryan."

I stopped in front of him.

He finally looked at me.

The tension was still there.

His jaw still tight.

For some reason, a strange unease settled in my chest.

A feeling I couldn't explain.

Instinctively, I took a tiny step back.

Barely noticeable.

Just a few millimeters.

But Aryan noticed.

Immediately.

The hardness in his expression disappeared.

His eyes softened slightly.

"Yes, Snowflake?"

I blinked.

The nickname didn't even annoy me anymore.

A concerning development.

"I'm getting late."

I adjusted my bag on my shoulder.

"Can you drop me at the hospital?"

For a second, he simply looked at me.

Then nodded.

"As you say."

Relief washed through me.

I didn't know why.

"Go sit in the car."

He glanced toward the driveway.

"I'm coming."

I nodded.

Then turned to leave.

But before I reached the door, I glanced back.

Aryan was still standing there.

Watching Armaan.

And the look in his eyes made me wonder if I had missed something important.

I looked at Armaan.

He was still looking at me.

Smiling.

That made my brows pull together immediately.

I rolled my eyes.

"I'm getting late," I muttered to myself.

"And I don't have time to deal with such idiots."

Without waiting for a response, I turned away and walked toward the car.

I opened the door and sat in the front seat.

The cold air followed me inside for a moment before fading.

A few minutes passed.

Then the driver's door opened.

Aryan got in.

Calm.

Silent.

He adjusted his seat and started the car.

The engine came to life.

And he pulled out of the driveway.

I stared out of the window, still thinking about Armaan's smile.

Annoying.

Completely unnecessary.

"So," I said after a moment, breaking the silence.

"Why was he looking at me like that?"

Aryan didn't answer immediately.

His grip on the steering tightened slightly.

Barely noticeable.

Then he spoke.

"Don't think about it."

I turned toward him.

"What?"

His eyes stayed on the road.

"Just ignore him."

That was not an explanation.

That was avoidance.

My eyes narrowed slightly.

Suspicious.

Very suspicious.

But I didn't push further.

Not yet.

Instead, I leaned back in my seat.

Still annoyed.

Still confused.

And for some reason...

Still aware that Aryan had gone completely quiet the moment Armaan was mentioned.

The car stopped in front of the hospital.

I adjusted my bag and reached for the door handle.

Just as I was about to step out—

"Work hard, Snowflake."

I paused.

Then looked at Aryan.

For a moment, I wanted to say something.

Anything.

A joke.

A sarcastic comment.

A complaint about the nickname.

Instead, the words died in my throat.

So I simply nodded.

Aryan nodded back.

I stepped out of the car and closed the door behind me.

The cold air immediately greeted me.

Snow continued to fall from the gray sky above.

Soft white flakes landing on the pavement.

I turned and started walking toward the hospital entrance.

One step.

Then another.

Then another.

But even as I walked away...

I could still feel it.

A pair of eyes following me.

I didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

And for some reason...

That thought stayed with me long after I entered the hospital.

The moment I stepped inside the hospital, my personal life ceased to exist.

No snow.

No Aryan.

No Alina.

No future baby.

Only work.

The familiar scent of disinfectant greeted me as I made my way toward my office.

"Good morning, Doctor Sharma."

"Morning."

I smiled at one of the nurses before continuing down the corridor.

The hospital was already busy.

Patients filled the waiting area.

Phones rang.

Doctors moved from room to room.

Normal.

Predictable.

Comforting.

I changed into my white coat and tied my hair back.

Then got to work.

The first few hours passed quickly.

A fever.

A sprained wrist.

A stubborn elderly man who insisted he knew more than every doctor in the building.

A normal day.

At least until my next patient arrived.

A little girl.

Maybe six years old.

She sat on the examination bed swinging her legs.

A pink scarf wrapped around her neck.

"Hello."

She looked at me suspiciously.

"Are you going to give me an injection?"

I smiled.

"No."

The suspicion disappeared immediately.

Children were remarkably easy to negotiate with.

Twenty minutes later, after examining her and reassuring her worried mother, I finished writing the prescription.

The little girl continued staring at me.

"What?"

I asked.

She tilted her head.

"Why are you smiling?"

I blinked.

Smiling?

I hadn't even noticed.

"I am not."

"You are."

The little traitor pointed directly at my face.

I immediately pressed my lips together.

"There."

The girl giggled.

"Now you're not."

Wonderful.

Her mother laughed softly.

I finished writing the prescription and handed it over.

The little girl jumped off the examination bed.

Then stopped at the door.

"Doctor?"

"Yes?"

She smiled.

"Aunties smile like that."

Before I could ask what that meant, she ran out of the room.

I stared at the closed door.

Then realization hit me.

Massi.

A smile immediately appeared again.

Oh God.

This was getting out of hand.

The next patient entered.

And work continued.

By afternoon, I had completely lost track of time.

Again.

A dangerous habit.

I finally looked up from a file when someone knocked on my office door.

"Come in."

One of the nurses stepped inside.

"Doctor Sharma."

"Yes?"

She smiled knowingly.

A terrible sign.

"You seem happy today."

I narrowed my eyes.

"Do I?"

"Very."

I immediately looked down at the file.

Pretending to read.

The nurse laughed.

Then left.

Traitor.

The entire hospital had apparently decided to analyze my mood today.

The hours passed.

Patient after patient.

Case after case.

Eventually the crowd began to thin.

The corridors grew quieter.

The sky outside darkened.

Only then did I realize how late it had become.

I stretched slightly and glanced out of the window.

Snow still covered everything outside.

The sight immediately made me smile.

Again.

At this point I had simply accepted my fate.

I gathered my things.

Picked up my bag.

And finally left my office.

A long day.

But somehow...

A good one.

I had spent the entire day helping people.

I was going to be a Massi.

And for once...

Life felt surprisingly peaceful.

Unfortunately...

I had no idea that peace was about to disappear the moment I got home.