My younger brother, the youngest in our family, is only 37. Unmarried and without children, he just bought a piece of land worth over 3 crore rupees in his own name.

Our whole family praised him for being so kind and gentle, and for taking such good care of our parents and his older sister.

But…

One rainy afternoon, I received a phone call from the hospital:

“Ravi had a stroke. He’s in critical condition, and the prognosis is poor. He only has a 20% chance of survival…”

I froze.

Our entire family immediately rushed to the hospital. But what I could never have expected was that my sister, Priya—the one my brother had lent nearly 50 lakh rupees to, interest-free—hastily took a different path.

She didn’t go to the hospital.

She went straight to a lawyer’s office.

There, she pulled out an old power of attorney that my brother had signed when he was dealing with the land purchase, and calmly proposed:

“Can you help me find a way to get my brother’s land transferred to my name? He’s in a coma now and can’t wake up. I’ll give the family 30%, and I’ll keep 70% for myself.”

The lawyer asked, startled:

“Is Ravi… gone?”

My sister gave a nonchalant smirk:

“Not yet. But the doctors say he probably won’t make it. I just want to take care of it beforehand, to be safe.”

Exactly 30 minutes later, while my sister was waiting for the notary’s office to confirm the documents, her phone rang.

On the other end of the line was my mother’s sobbing voice:

“Priya… Ravi is awake! He’s really awake! The doctors say it’s a miracle, he’s past the critical stage!”

The lawyer, the notary’s assistant, and I (who had followed my sister from the beginning, silently) all turned to look at her.

She was stunned. Her face went completely white.

I stood up and said loud enough for the whole room to hear:

“Priya, the person who was about to die hadn’t even closed his eyes yet, and you were already worried about ‘changing the owner’ of his land. The hearts of my own family… I wish I had never known them!”

That evening, I told my brother everything.

He was silent, he didn’t cry, he just said one thing:

“I would have given her the land… if she had only asked me while I was still alive.”

A few weeks later, my brother transferred the entire land to the name of his girlfriend, Anjali, who had taken care of him throughout his coma.

Without a word of warning.

And my sister?

She was ostracized by our relatives. My mother disowned her. She only said:

“It’s not because you were greedy for the land. It’s because when your brother was fighting for his life… you chose to think about the property deed instead of his hand that was growing cold.”