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 Long ago in the land of India, there lived a billionaire couple called Chandanis. It was quite sometime the couple was happily married but gloom soon invaded their kingdom. The glorious couple was unable to bear a child. It was the era when the morbid virus ruled the world. Repeated protocol of social distancing was a big hurdle that tormented their reproduction reputation. 

No assisted reproduction techniques worked as the laboratories were over-burdened with Covid samples. The shame and helplessness of not bearing a child hovered over them even in the 30th century. Whom to approach? How to address the problem? They were clueless. Years had passed by, yet the country still had tantriks and Babas that comforted the illusioned minds.

Finally, after the efforts of a virgin Baba Mrs. Chandani experienced morning sickness. Amidst, the 300th lockdown she gave birth to a handsome, little dusky boy. The naming ceremony was a hushed affair where only the elite  doctors of the country were invited. The precious boy was placed in a highly sanitized cradle and the masked men and women blessed him profusely with gloved hands. 

Mr. Chandani had invited every proficient medico only to forget a pathologist who was busy testing samples. People were afraid of meeting him in person as he dealt with the deadly virus on a daily basis. This was the highest insult inflicted upon him during these pandemic times. Infuriated, he gate crashed the naming ceremony party.

"Chandanis, you ousted a true medical worker like me! I work for your safety and you look at me as potential danger."

The pathologist shook in anger and his PEP coat trembled in anticipation of the impending doom. Mrs. Chandani held the baby to her thumping bosom. The other doctors tried to pacify the enraged man but to in vain.

"Good for you but what you don't know is the Baba who helped you is suffering from a genetic disorder whose effects will be seen once your son grows to be twenty years old. He will develop a mania where he will inflict himself with a RT-PCR needle. Save him if you can."

The guests were aghast with this judgement. The Chandanis cursed their folly yet they tried every way to outdo the judgment. One of the wise doctors Googled on his laptop and immediately came up with a remedy. 

"Mr. Chandani, we cannot help but your son will suffer from this mania. But the good news is that he will not die but just turn drowsy till a ... Oops, the 50G internet speed collapsed. I lost the data."

Mrs. Chandani quickly requested a nurse to take her baby to far lands away from the bustling city life. Mr. Chandani banned all the RT-PCR needles and set up a research lab at Resilient Group of Hospitals to draw blood without needles. The funding was enormous but he left no research unturned to save his dear son.

Far from the city of his birth and knowledge of his death, Chakash Chandani grew in a desolate farm house build by his father away from the prying eyes of income tax. The nurse fed him the choicest of berry jams and clothed him with fresh yarn from the farm. The boy grew up to be a dashing hunk with a sparkle in his brown eyes. The jungle was his friend but boredom enveloped him. Except the now old nurse, there was no human company. His heart ached for a thrill, a romance that would suit his bill!

"Sister, I'm leaving this bondage. Not out of a prick but I will die of isolation. Tell my parents that I can't die every moment to live for the final death."

With that, the infuriated young man left the house of jewels to live as a wanderer. The mania was showing its effect. The 20th year was to dawn. The young man traversed the forest eating bulbs and roots. He lived a nomadic life. On the other hand, the Chandanis were informed. Drones were send to lookout for the lost man. 

With the advanced mania, conquering Chakash's sanity he reached a deserted village after clearing the dense forest. He now had torn his skin and flesh with his sharp canines. His hair were a entangled mass of dried twigs and grass. His sparkling eyes were buried deep into the sockets while the lustrousless skin bore injure marks.

The village was quite and bore a sombre look. No humans habituated the expanse. Chakash was now hungry and tired. To his relief, he found a small hut where he was welcomed by a good soul.

"Here, you young boy drink some water and eat some algae. I can only offer so much."

The stranger comforted the fatigued soul. Chakash after the refreshment was amazed the stranger's home. Glass flasks with colourful liquids adorned a small shelf. Tiny bottles that had something gibberish written on them were stocked up neatly on another shelf. It looked like some laboratory but how would he know what it was.

And then, his eyes fell upon the most dreaded thing- the needle. The antigen testing needle. Like a hungry mongrel waiting to lick the bone, Chakash pounched on the needle and pierced himself with pleasure like a weed addict. 

Alas! The inevitable happened while the not so good old pathologist laughed in malicious mirth. He fled the spot immediately. 

Within few days, the drones send by Chandanis located the comatose Chakash. Luckily, the super food algae had kept him alive. Immediately, he was transferred to the Resilent Group of Hospitals. Again, the magnanimous research began.

Years ago, the doctor who had predicted this condition was called from his LA mansion. A private chartered plane flew to uproot from his peaceful bliss.

"Doctor, by hook or crook cure my son out of this. Or stand a chance to dig your grave!"

Affluent emergency was an arrogant one. Where the poor pleaded, the rich ordered!

The poor doctor worked endlessly to save the comatose boy.

"Mr. Chandani, we have a near to impossible solution to wake your sleeping boy." His voice quaked partly with age and partly with age old experience of Chandani.

"I will do whatever it takes to see my happy son. You just read the research."

"So, to arouse this comatose, precious boy we would need the plasma of a Covirgin girl."

This was like asking the God to donate blood. There was none who was spared by this virus. None who was not trapped into its toxic system. None who could bestow this vicarious atonement on the sleeping beauty.

Mr. Chandani pulled his hair in exasperation. Years of accumulated wealth was doing no good to his son. All was to fade soon. When,

"Madam, I can help?"

The nurse who had been a mother to Chakash all this while stepped in. She knew their was a risk to her life for she had hidden a truth from the world all this while. But her heart ached to see the boy troubled. After all she had fed him jam and bread made painstakingly in a jungle.

"Madam, I have daughter whom I had secretly taken to the jungles after you abruptly ask me to leave with Chakash Baba. Please don't get me wrong.  I never brought her in the farmhouse or fed her the rich jam and bread. Instead she grew up in a small cave away from the prosperity of the farmhouse. She is Covirgin."

The Chandanis tensed nerves only heard the last line and the girl far away from civilization was brought to the city. He plasma was immediately transfused into Chakash. After two bottles, the rosy hue on Chakash cheeks returned while the girl went pale. On knowing about his savior, Chakash fell head over heels in love with her simplicity.

A Covirgin had saved his life. She had woken many other who were in slumbers of fake prosperity and beliefs. It takes a heart to save life and a hearty sum.

Madly in love he proposed to the girl Chloka. Together then they started a company called Covirgins.Com.

Not to tell, Resilient Group of Hospitals were the sponsors.