Everyone said the child had no future.
No name. No father. Left alone on the river like he didn’t matter.

But Radha saw something else.
She picked him up, held him close, and said, “From today, you are my son.”

She had no wealth, no big family, no help from anyone.
But her love was enough. Her strength was enough.

Radheya grew up asking one question — Why does the world treat us like we are nothing?
He didn’t want to become a king. He didn’t care for power.
He just wanted to protect people like his Maa — simple, kind, and forgotten.

This is not a story of palaces or gods.
This is a story of love.
Of a boy who chose to stand up… because his mother stood by him.

Before anyone called him a hero,
he was just… Radheya — the son of Radha.


"He didn’t carry royal blood. He carried a mother’s love."

I know I said I'd be posting on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, but I've fallen behind again. I'm still new to this writing journey, so please forgive me for breaking my promise more than once.


Honestly, I lost a bit of motivation seeing the book stuck at 12 collections, even though the views went up to 7.5k. But my mom and sister reminded me not to stop halfway. They said a car sometimes takes time to start, but once it does, it can go a long way.


So I'm not giving up. I'll pick things up again from Tuesday. This time I won't keep high expectations—this story is for those of you who truly enjoy it, who collected it, and who give me strength with your support.


Chapter 10 - Author’s Note