As the years rolled on and Rohan aged, his distinctive belly became an accepted part of his persona. The bullying dwindled, and the hurtful words lost their sting, or so he persuaded himself. Having heard them so often, he hardly noticed anymore when sneers and whispers followed him down the streets.

However, the relentless march of time introduced a daunting complication. Rohan’s bulging stomach began to influence his life in ways far beyond societal scorn. Struggling for breath after the slightest exertion, he encountered a new, oppressive weight in his chest that hadn’t been there before. His body, which had once cooperated with him, now seemed to be working against him.

Each day morphed into a struggle against his own physique. His heart throbbed with an intensity unfamiliar to him, each pulse resonating with his growing apprehension. Every breath became a struggle, a battle for survival against an invisible foe. What was happening to him?