If the world is stripped of its beauty, what remains? Men. That is how Mahira Trivedi sees it. They call her a misandrist. She despises the word. It feels flimsy, inadequate, and absolutely incapable of capturing the depth of her loathing. To her, men are intolerable, regardless of whatever redeeming qualities they might pretend to possess. She can no longer stomach their presence in her emotional space. And yet, she runs one of India’s leading security firms, dominant in both physical and cyber defense. You don’t climb to such heights while clinging to discrimination or bias, so compromises have to be made. Men exist in her world only where they are useful: the office. Nowhere else. Yuvaan Singh Chauhan refuses to grasp that simple truth. He barges in. He wants attention. He demands an apology. For what? She doesn’t even remember. But she knows one thing with absolute clarity; You can’t wrong men. You can only hate them. If he wants an apology, he’ll have to chase her to the ends of the earth, and even then, she will step aside just in time to let him plunge to his death. Good riddance, right?