A massive screen flickered to life. It didn't show Ayaan’s achievements. Instead, it showed two digital jars: for his virtues and Black Pebbles for his sins.
The "game" began. Ayaan watched himself on screen. He saw the time he let a struggling family keep their deposit (White). He saw the dozens of times he lied to clients about water damage (Black). He saw the look on his daughter’s face when he missed her recital (Black). A massive screen flickered to life
He saw himself as a teenager, helping an old man cross a flooded street, ruining his own expensive shoes in the process. A flurry of white pebbles poured into the jar. It was a tie. The "game" began
"Ayaan Kapoor," CG said, not looking up from a holographic tablet. "You’re in the waiting room. You aren’t dead yet, but your body is currently arguing with a telephone pole. While the doctors work, we play a game." He saw the dozens of times he lied
Ayaan was always in a hurry. As a real estate broker in the chaotic streets of Mumbai, his life was a whirlwind of missed calls, broken promises, and cutthroat deals. He wasn't a "bad" man, but he was a selfish one. He ignored his wife’s birthday to close a sale and snapped at his mother for "wasting his time" with a homemade lunch.
He didn't see CG or the jars anymore. He only saw his wife holding his hand, her eyes red from crying. He didn't ask about his phone or his commissions. He simply squeezed her hand and whispered, "Thank God."
"The game is simple," CG explained. "We revisit your memories. For every moment you chose kindness over ego, you get a white pebble. For every moment you chose greed or anger, a black one. If the black jar fills first, we let the doctors take a break. If the white jar wins, you go back with a second chance."