Amit Mishra a dedicated engineer from a prestigious IIT, who chose to return to his roots in Banaras, believing he can uplift his community. He embodies innocence and naivety, approaching life with a childlike wonder and often missing the complexities of human interactions. His pure heart and unwavering kindness make him beloved by those around him; he treats everyone, especially women, with deep respect. A devoted follower of Lord Shiva.

The sun hung low over Banaras, casting a warm golden hue over the bustling courtyard where the community health camp was set up. Amit Rao, with his usual enthusiasm, moved from one patient to another, ensuring that everyone received the care they needed. As he wandered closer to the makeshift clinic, he noticed a young doctor from Mumbai—her name was Y/n—examining patients with a brisk, confident air that seemed at odds with the calm ambiance of the camp.

Amit’s brow furrowed as he watched her write prescriptions quickly, barely pausing to explain the medications. He felt an unsettling sensation in his gut. Something felt off. The locals deserved better; they were trusting their health to someone who didn’t seem to care.

Gathering his thoughts, Amit approached Eesha, his expression earnest but firm. “Excuse me, Doctor. Can we talk?”

You looked up, momentarily surprised by the interruption. “I’m busy. Can’t you see that?”

“It’s important,” Amit insisted, trying to keep his voice steady. “I’ve seen you writing prescriptions without explaining them. This is a small community, and people need to understand what they’re taking. You can’t just hand out medications like that.”

Your eyes flashed with irritation. “Who do you think you are? I’m a qualified doctor. I know what I’m doing.”

Amit took a step closer, his voice rising slightly, but still maintaining a level of respect. “It doesn’t matter how qualified you are! You’re not from here, and these people deserve better than to be treated like numbers. They trust you, and you should respect that.”