Chapter 123: Chapter 123: A Pained Girl In The Night
At the same time, when blogger Shilpa Tripathi saw this video, rage coursed through her veins like liquid fire!
How dare this man be so utterly disrespectful to women?!
"Now the whole world is talking about gender equality, and this arrogant bastard dares to be so blatantly prejudiced?" she seethed in anger gripping her phone with trembling hands.
She immediately decided to turned on her video recorder and started filming a response video.
Half an hour later, she had recorded a passionate two-minute rant on him, her voice cracking with emotion.
The theme of this video was crystal clear: "The More Handsome You Are, The More Toxic You Become - Exposing This Privileged Man!"
She carefully edited it with dramatic music and eye-catching graphics to attract more viewers before uploading it to Instagram.
Within minutes, the video exploded across her follower base, attracting massive attention and clicks from the netizens.
After watching the video, her supporters who are just waiting for her to say her something unleashed their fury in the comments .
"Wow, Shilpa has released another video probably exposing someone again today."
"Ohh look at the title, so true."
"Yes, Shilpa is absolutely right! The more privileged a person is, the more toxic they are become from within. This man in the video is the perfect example!"
"YES! Shilpa’s analysis cut through his facade like no other truly inspiring!
How dare he thinks his looks and money give him the right to crush women!"
"A man’s knees are made of gold? This is pure feudal cancer of the society and toxic masculinity if the men at its worst!"
"He has probably never faced consequences because of his privilege!"
This video naturally ignited passionate approval from the radical feminist community, but not only that it also provoked fierce backlash from many others too, it is not always one side that see the video.
"Are you serious Shilpa? Or have you gone mad?
This toxic feminist is causing trouble for us men again. Everyone should report this garbage!"
"After watching his video, I am shocked by this man.
When he said a man’s knees are made of gold, he meant men should have dignity and ambition. What’s wrong with that?"
"Shilpa is just producing outrage in public for clicks! She is pathetic!"
"Holy shit, is that..."
"The guy is clearly loaded have you guys seen the watch! The watch he’s wearing is a Rolex worth over a million dollars!"
As the two sides clashed in a digital war, the video rocketed to trending status across all social media platforms with terrifying speed.
The explosive combination of a devastatingly handsome and a wealthy young man taking a controversial stance against radical feminism was social media dynamite guaranteed to generate massive engagement and heated debates between netizens.
Many people were genuinely stunned to see Alex express such bold and independent opinions with such unwavering confidence in his voice.
Of course, as we all know this independent spirit was definitely amplified by the fact that Alex was both breathtakingly handsome and obviously swimming in wealth!
That is why, Shilpa’s aggressive attack backfired catastrophically when many of her own followers became utterly smitten with Alex after seeing him in the video.
The betrayal cut deep as many people who had been loyally following blogger Shilpa for her feminist content suddenly started abandoning her account in herds.
In less than ten minutes, blogger Shilpa watched in horror as her follower count plummeted from over 500,000 to less than 200,000.
The numbers were dropping like stones thrown from a cliff!
When Shilpa stumbled to the bathroom on shaking legs and returned to check her phone with trembling hands, she saw the devastating follower drop down and nearly vomited from the shock and rage that consumed her.
Why were so many people abandoning her like rats fleeing a sinking ship?
These were followers she had nurtured with blood, sweat, and tears through years of passionate feminist content, and they were deserting her just like that?
How cruel!
Her heart shattered as the controversy became a trending topic and the situation spiraled completely out of control across all social media platforms.
Even more followers vanished into the digital void!
Now she was left with less than 100,000 followers her empire crumbling before her very eyes!
The devastating realization hit her like a sledgehammer her years of building her feminist influencer empire were disintegrating in real time, all because of one impossibly handsome, wealthy man who dared to challenge everything she stood for.
Now she has nothing left but to cry in her room silently.
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As for the person at the center of this digital hurricane, Alex himself...well after he finished his heated confrontation with the toxic feminist at the entrance of Plassio Mall.
He shared a peaceful dinner with Riya and then returned to the security booth of the Tech Park to do his night shift completely unaware of the chaos erupting online.
As soon as he settled into his chair at work, Alex opened up a mobile game on his phone to pass the quiet hours of the night.
But just as Alex was about to start playing, the sound of someone stumbling and gasping in agony shattered the night silence outside the security booth.
Looking up with alarm, he saw a young woman in black clothes desperately dragging herself toward the booth, one hand pressed firmly against her stomach while the other clawed at the wall for support.
Her face was ghostly pale, beads of sweat covering her forehead like dewdrops of pain, and she was clearly fighting just to remain conscious.
She stumbled again, nearly collapsing to her knees before catching herself against a nearby pillar, her breathing ragged was clearly ragged and desperate.
"Please... someone... help me..." she gasped out between pained breaths, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with raw pain.
Alex’s heart lurched as he immediately jumped up from his chair, alarmed by her critical condition and the fear in her voice.
"Oh my god, what’s wrong? Are you okay?" he asked urgently, rushing over to steady her trembling form as she swayed dangerously like a leaf in a storm.
"Hospital... I need to get to a hospital... the pain is... killing me..." she managed to say through her gritted teeth her tears streaming down her face from the unbearable agony that was tearing through her body.
Seeing her desperate condition Alex didn’t think about the consequences or whether it could be a trap too, his protective instincts just kicked in as he nodded immediately and turned on the electric security vehicle assigned to him by the tech Park, his movements were swift.
"It’s already past midnight girl, and most of the private clinics nearby are closed for the night. I think we will have to go to one of the big hospitals nearby," Alex explained gently as he carefully helped her onto the vehicle.
"Then let’s go to the big hospital, please... I am scared that it feel like I am going to die," she whispered in desperation as her voice broke with fear and vulnerability again.
"I have a terrible pain in my stomach and I think something’s really, really wrong."
The girl in black could barely form words through the waves of agony washing over her.
Alex said reassuringly, his voice warm and steady: "I will try to drive as fast and as safely as possible, but it will still take more than half an hour to get there.
Just hang in there, you are going to be okay."
He wanted to keep her talking, to anchor her to consciousness and distract her from the pain that was clearly consuming her.
The student managed to whisper through her tears: "Okay, thank you so much... I don’t know what I would have done without you."
Alex asked gently, his voice filled with genuine concern: "Why are you out so late at night by yourself? Is there no one who could have come with you to the hospital?"
The student’s voice cracked with pain: "It’s just me tonight."
The raw pain in her voice spoke of deeper wounds than just physical agony.
After thirty agonizing minutes of conversation that kept her from fainting they finally arrived at the hospital entrance, the emergency lights casting an eerie glow over her pale face in the night.
Alex did not waste time and quickly parked the vehicle and carefully scooped up the suffering student in his strong arms cradling her like she was made of precious glass.
Although the girl appeared to be fully grown, she felt light and fragile in his arms due to his Martial Arts training that he never left practicing.
After lifting her up, Alex burst through the hospital emergency department doors like a man possessed.
He didn’t know or seem to care simply that sometimes carrying some girl in the night and one with such critical condition can imply to the onlookers.
"Doctor! We need a doctor immediately!"