The sharp sound of heels echoed across the office floor.

“HOW COULD YOU BE SO CARELESS?”

Myra’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. Every employee nearby froze instantly.

In front of her stood a young women, trembling, her eyes filled with tears. A tray lay on the floor beside her, and dark coffee stains spread across the white shirt of the man sitting at the table.

That man was Daksh.

Myra’s father.

The women stuttered, her hands shaking.

“I–I’m sorry ma’am… it was an accident…”

Myra’s eyes flashed with anger.

“Sorry? Is that supposed to fix this? Do you even realize whose clothes you just ruined?” she snapped coldly.

The girl lowered her head, clearly on the verge of crying.

Myra took a step forward, her voice turning icy.

“You’re fired.”

“MYRA.”

Daksh’s calm but firm voice stopped her instantly.

Myra turned toward him, clearly annoyed.

“Dad, this is unacceptable. Employees like her should—”

“It was an accident.”

Daksh interrupted gently while wiping the coffee stain with a napkin.

The room was still.

Myra clenched her jaw.

Daksh looked at the terrified girl and smiled kindly.

“Don’t worry, beta. It happens. Just bring me another coffee.”

The girl looked shocked.

“Thank you, sir… I’m really sorry.”

She hurried away.

Myra crossed her arms.

“You’re too soft, Dad.”

Daksh chuckled lightly.

“And you’re too harsh.”

Myra’s POV

I don’t understand why my father does this.

People make mistakes and he just… forgives them like nothing happened.

Business doesn’t work like that.

Power doesn’t work like that.

But he always smiles and lets things go.

Sometimes I feel like I’m the only practical person in the world.

Later that afternoon…

The city lights blurred past as Myra drove her sleek black car through traffic.

Daksh sat beside her in the passenger seat, quietly looking outside the window.

For a few minutes, neither of them spoke.

Then Daksh suddenly said,

“Stop the car near that temple.”

Myra sighed internally.

Of course.

A temple.

She slowed down and parked beside the road.

Daksh unbuckled his seatbelt.

“Aren’t you coming?” he asked gently.

Myra leaned back in her seat.

“No.”

Daksh already knew the answer, yet he still asked.

“You still don’t believe in God?” he said softly.

Myra shrugged.

“I believe in logic.”

Daksh sighed quietly but didn’t argue.

“Alright. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He stepped out of the car and walked toward the temple.

Inside the temple courtyard…

Daksh folded his hands respectfully before entering.

The soft sound of temple bells filled the air.

But something else caught his attention.

Near the temple steps, a man was sitting on the ground surrounded by a group of homeless children.

He was distributing food packets to them.

The children were laughing happily.

Daksh watched the scene for a moment.

The man spoke gently to the kids.

“Eat slowly… there’s enough for everyone.”

Daksh smiled.

Kindness like that was rare.

He walked closer.

“That’s a wonderful thing you’re doing,” Daksh said warmly.

The man looked up and smiled humbly.

“They’re hungry. Feeding them is the least I can do.”

Daksh nodded in admiration.

Not everyone believes in God inside temples.

Some people show their faith through kindness.

And that… Daksh believed… was the purest form of devotion.

Meanwhile in the car…

Myra’s POV

I sat in the car scrolling through my phone.

Temples. Prayers. Faith.

None of it ever made sense to me.

People pray to a god they cannot see… hoping their problems magically disappear.

Life doesn’t work that way.

Hard work does.

Power does.

Money does.

Still… I glanced toward the temple gate where my father had gone.

Dad always looks peaceful after visiting temples.

I wonder…

What does he see there that I don’t?