From Rock Bottom to Riches: The Wealth Tap System

2. Shitty Day

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Rohan stepped out of Altair Corporation, his mind heavy with the burden of unjust accusations and a severed career.

He trudged wearily towards the bus stop, hoping to find solace in the familiarity of his daily commute. Little did he know that the next few moments would forever change the course of his life.

As he boarded the crowded bus, Rohan searched for an empty seat, his eyes darting from one occupied space to another.

He finally spotted a vacant spot towards the back and quickly made his way towards it.

However, before he could reach it, a middle-aged woman aggressively pushed past him and claimed the seat for herself.

"Hey, I was going to sit there," Rohan protested, his voice laced with weariness.

The woman glared at him with disdain. "Don't you dare talk to me, you sick pervert!"

Confused and taken aback by the sudden accusation, Rohan tried to defend himself. "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything!"

The bus erupted in chaos as passengers turned their attention to the unfolding drama. Their accusing gazes bore into Rohan, painting him as a monster without any evidence.

A burly man sitting nearby interjected, his voice dripping with hostility. "You think we're gonna believe you, you sicko? We saw what you did!"

Rohan's heart pounded in his chest, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please, you have to believe me. I haven't done anything wrong!"

But his pleas fell on deaf ears as the accusations grew louder, fueled by a mob mentality that refused to listen to reason.

As the bus continued its journey, the tension escalated. The verbal assault turned physical, with the burly man and a few others closing in on Rohan, ready to unleash their fury.

"You think you can get away with this? We'll make sure you pay for your sins!" one of them spat, raising a clenched fist.

Rohan's eyes widened in fear as the first blow struck his face, the impact sending shockwaves of pain through his body.

He staggered, desperately trying to shield himself from the onslaught.

"Stop! Please, stop!" Rohan cried out, his voice drowned out by the cacophony of hatred.

The assault continued, the physical blows bruising his body and the humiliation crushing his spirit.

He was defenseless against the relentless aggression, trapped in a nightmare of false accusations and merciless violence.

As the bus finally came to a halt, Rohan was left battered and broken, both physically and emotionally. The doors swung open, and he stumbled out onto the street, tears mingling with the bloodstains on his face.

His innocence had been shattered, and his faith in humanity fractured.

The world that once held promise and opportunity now seemed like a dark abyss of injustice and cruelty.

Rohan looked around, seeing the indifferent gazes of strangers passing by. He felt utterly alone, discarded by a society that had branded him a monster based on false accusations.

But deep within him, a flicker of resilience burned. He refused to let this darkness consume him.

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The bus ride home had been a nightmare for Rohan.

Bruised and battered, he limped his way back to his apartment building, each step a painful reminder of the physical assault and humiliation he had endured.

His body ached, but the wounds on his soul ran even deeper.

As he approached the entrance, he prayed for a moment's respite, a chance to retreat into the sanctuary of his own space.

But fate had different plans for him. There, in front of his apartment, stood Mr. Kapoor, his arms crossed over his chest, wearing a smug expression of superiority.

Rohan's heart sank as he saw his belongings scattered haphazardly across the hallway.

It was as if his life had been thrown into disarray, mirroring the chaos within him.

His voice trembled with a mix of exhaustion and desperation. "Mr. Kapoor, what is this? Why are my things outside?"

Mr. Kapoor turned his gaze upon Rohan, his eyes filled with disdain. "Ah, Rohan, so nice of you to finally grace us with your presence. Did you think you could hide forever?"

Rohan's voice wavered as he tried to maintain his composure. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Kapoor. I had an unfortunate incident on the bus today. Please, I need some time to sort things out."

Mr. Kapoor scoffed, the derision dripping from his words. "An incident, you say? Is that the excuse you're going with? Well, let me tell you something, Rohan. I've had enough of your excuses. I won't tolerate your delinquency any longer."

Rohan's shoulders slumped, his body weary from both the physical and emotional pain he had endured. "Please, Mr. Kapoor, I'm begging you. I promise I'll pay the rent as soon as I can. Just give me a little more time."

A wicked smile curled upon Mr. Kapoor's lips as he reveled in his power. "Time? Time is a luxury you can no longer afford, my boy. You've worn out your welcome. I want you out of my building by the end of the day."

Rohan's voice cracked with desperation, tears welling up in his eyes. "But where will I go? I have no one, no place to stay. Please, have some compassion."

Mr. Kapoor's voice grew cold, his tone dripping with venom. "Compassion? Do you think I should show you compassion? You're a failure, Rohan. A burden. I have no time for slackers like you."

The weight of his circumstances pressed down upon Rohan, threatening to crush him entirely.

He felt a surge of anger and frustration building within him, but he knew that he had to keep his emotions in check. He had to find a way to salvage what little remained of his dignity.

Summoning the last shreds of courage, Rohan took a deep breath and mustered his resolve. "Fine, Mr. Kapoor. If that's how it is, I'll leave. But mark my words, I will rise above this. I will rebuild my life, and one day, I will prove you wrong."

As he turned to walk away, his belongings in disarray, Rohan couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of defeat that washed over him.

The sound of the slamming door echoed in his ears, a deafening reminder of the harsh reality he now faced.

As Rohan walked away from his former home, his steps grew heavier with each passing moment.

The weight of his shattered dreams and the pain of his recent experiences bore down on him like an unbearable burden. Fatigue crept into his bones, and the world around him seemed to mirror his desolation.

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