"The Unknown Savior"
This part focuses on the man who saved Sahil from the river.
Part 3 - The Unknown Savior
Chapter 1 - Born Into Struggle
In a forgotten corner of the city, far from the lights and luxury, there existed a colony no one cared about.
Rows of weak, unfinished houses stood close together - their walls cracked, their roofs fragile, as if they could collapse at any moment. The streets were narrow, muddy, and uneven. When it rained, the entire area turned into a pool of dirty water.
This was not a place of dreams.
This was a place of survival.
The people who lived there had no big ambitions, no grand desires. They woke up early every morning, worked as laborers, and returned home exhausted, only to repeat the same cycle the next day.
Whatever little they earned was just enough to feed their families.
Nothing more.
No savings.
No security.
No future.
Their lives were defined by struggle - a struggle that began in childhood and continued until death.
For them, life was not something to enjoy.
It was something to endure.
In one such house, on a quiet night, a woman gave birth.
There were no hospital lights.
No doctors.
No comfort.
Only pain... and silence.
After some time, a woman from the neighborhood stepped outside and spoke softly to the man waiting outside.
"It's a girl."
For a moment, everything went still.
The father didn't react immediately.
But slowly... disappointment took over his face.
He didn't smile.
He didn't go inside.
He didn't even look at his newborn child.
Instead, he turned away.
That very night... he left.
Without holding his daughter once,
without saying a word to his wife,
he walked out of the house - and out of their lives.
As he walked through the dark streets, his mind was filled with frustration and helplessness.
"I wanted a son..."
"Someone who could escape this life..."
"Someone I could educate... someone who could succeed..."
No one had ever helped him.
No one had ever guided him.
His entire life had been spent doing hard labor, day after day, with no progress... no escape.
And now, he believed, nothing would change.
"If I had a son, I would make him strong... capable... successful."
"I would give him the life I never had."
"At least he could sleep peacefully at night... something I've never known."
He clenched his fists as he walked.
Anger.
Pain.
And helplessness mixed inside him.
"God... what kind of life is this?"
"Everything in this world runs on money."
"Without it... you are nothing."
And with that thought...He disappeared into the darkness of the night, heading toward another city - chasing a future he didn't even believe in.
Back in the small, fragile house...
A newborn girl lay quietly beside her exhausted mother.
Chapter 2 - A House Without Warmth
After the father left for another city, life did not become easier.
If anything... it became even harsher.
The young mother had nowhere else to go.
So she stayed in the same house -
with her mother-in-law,
her husband's younger brother,
and his wife.
A house filled with people...
Yet empty of kindness.
Days passed in silence.
The mother woke up before everyone else.
She cleaned the house, cooked food, washed clothes, and then spent hours working in a small home-based workshop they ran to earn extra money.
Her hands were always busy.
Her body was always tired.
And her mind... never at peace.
In the middle of all this...
There was her daughter.
A newborn child who needed warmth, care, and love.But the mother barely had time to even look at her.
Not because she didn't want to...
But because life didn't allow her to.
The house was not a place where she could rest.
It was a place where she was expected to work.
All day.
Every day.
Sometimes, she didn't even realize what her daughter was doing the entire day.
Was she sleeping?
Was she crying?
Was she hungry?
There was no time to think.
Only time to survive.
The grandmother showed no affection either.
She barely gave proper food to the young mother.
Meals were limited... controlled... almost as if kindness itself was rationed.
Occasionally, the girl's maternal grandmother would visit.
She would bring fruits, small food items - whatever little she could afford.
A silent attempt to support her daughter and granddaughter.
But even then...
The young mother never got time to sit and talk.
Never got time to share her pain.
She remained busy in household work the entire day.
So the grandmother would simply meet her granddaughter for a few moments...
Look at her with love...
And leave.
But even that small happiness didn't last.
The other daughter-in-law in the house watched everything.
Quietly.
Carefully.
And when no one was looking...
She would hide the fruits.
Take the food.
And keep it for herself.
That night...
After a long day of endless work,
the young mother finally returned to her room.
Her body was shaking with exhaustion.
Her stomach burned with hunger.
She looked around.
Everyone had already eaten.
Everyone was asleep.
She quietly went to the kitchen...
Searching.
Hoping.
Praying...
That something might be left for her.
But there was nothing.
Not a single bite.
At that moment...
A soft cry broke the silence.
Her daughter.
Crying from hunger.
The mother stood still for a second.
Then slowly...
She walked back.
She sat beside her child.
Picked her up gently.
And held her close.
Tears rolled down her face.
Silently.
Without a sound.
She didn't complain.
Didn't shout.
She just lay down beside her daughter...
Hungry.
Exhausted.
Broken.
And for the first time...
She cried not because of her own pain-But because she couldn't even feed her child.
In a house full of people...They were completely alone.
Chapter 3 - Left With Nothing
Time passed, but the suffering did not.
If anything... it only changed its form.
One day, the tension inside the house finally surfaced.
The younger daughter-in-law spoke to her husband, her tone firm and cold.
"We should live separately. Give them one room. I can't live like this anymore."
There was no hesitation in her voice.
No sympathy.
No concern.Her husband didn't argue.
Didn't question.
Didn't even think about his elder brother - who had already disappeared, leaving his wife and daughter behind.
To him... it was not his responsibility.
And just like that-
A decision was made.
The house was divided.
Not physically...
But emotionally.
Later, the son asked his mother,
"Who do you want to stay with?"
The old woman didn't take long to answer.
"I will stay with you."
Then, glancing toward the young mother and her child, she added coldly,
"She can't even feed her own daughter... how will she take care of me?"
Those words didn't just hurt-
They broke something inside.
From that day on...
The young mother was truly alone.
No support.
No money.
No one to rely on.
Every day, she stepped out with her daughter in her arms, going from door to door... asking for help.
Borrowing small amounts of money.
Just enough to survive.
But kindness has limits in a poor world.
And slowly...
People stopped helping.
The doors that once opened...
Now remained closed.
Still, she didn't give up.
One day, she decided to work in construction - a job far beyond her physical limits.
Her hands, already weakened from housework, were not meant for lifting bricks and mixing cement.
The first few days were unbearable.
Pain.
Exhaustion.
Failure.
She couldn't do it.
So she left.
And returned home.
But that night...
As she looked at her daughter-Hungry.
Helpless.
Innocent-
She made a decision.
"I have to do this."
The next day...
She went back.This time, not as someone trying...
But as someone who had no other choice.
She forced herself to continue.
Ignoring the pain.
Ignoring the weakness.
Ignoring her own limits.
Because now, it was no longer about her.
It was about her child.
There was one place she could have gone.
Her mother's home.
A place where she might have found comfort.
Food.
Support.
But she never went.
Because of words she could never forget.
Someone had once said to her mother:
"Your daughter won't survive her marriage. She'll come back to you one day."
Those words stayed with her.
Burning inside her.
She refused to let them become true.
Not because she didn't need help...
But because she wanted to protect her mother's dignity.
"I will not go back... no matter what."
And so...
With broken strength...
An empty stomach...
And a heart full of silent pain-
She continued working.
In a life that gave her nothing...
Except reasons to endure.
Chapter 4 - The Weight of Expectations
Years passed.
Slowly... painfully... silently.
One day, the young mother received a visit.
Her sister had come to see her.
At first, everything seemed normal.
But as the day went on...
Her sister noticed something.
The young mother was working non-stop.
From morning till evening.
Without rest.
Without pause.
And in one corner of the house...
A little girl cried.
Again and again.
From hunger.
From neglect.
From a life she did not understand.
That girl was Hazel.
Her cries were soft...
But they carried a pain too deep for her age.
The sister watched everything.
The endless work.
The exhaustion.
The suffering.
And finally...
She made a decision.
Without asking for permission...
Without waiting for approval...
She picked up Hazel in her arms.
"She can't live like this."
And just like that-
Hazel was taken away.
To her grandmother's house.
It was the first time in her life...
That someone chose her.
Back in the house...
Nothing changed.
Except the silence became heavier.
Two years later...
The man who had left returned.
The father.
He stepped into the house and immediately noticed something was different.
The family was divided.
His younger brother was living separately.
And his wife...
She was no longer the same person he had left behind.
Her face carried exhaustion.
Her hands were rough.
Her body... weakened by years of struggle.
He understood everything without being told.
Anger rose inside him.
Not loud.
But deep.
He confronted his brother.
"When father was sick... I was the one who took him to another city for treatment."
"I handled everything alone."
"I arranged all the marriages in this family."
"Three sisters... three brothers... I took responsibility for all of it."
His voice grew heavier.
"And after all that... my family became a burden to you?"
"So you chose to separate?"
There was no answer.
Because some truths don't need words.
Time moved forward again.
Years turned into decades.
Seventeen years passed.
The house that once struggled for survival...
Now held a different story.
The same father who once wished for a son...Finally had one.
A boy.
He was thirteen years old.
He had:
One elder sister - Hazel, who still lived at her grandmother's house
Another elder sister
And a younger sister
Meanwhile, his uncle had three daughters.
But the difference was clear.
The boy was sent to a private school.
The daughters were sent to a government school.
Because to the father...
The boy was not just a child.
He was a hope.A dream.
An escape.
Everything the father could never achieve...
He wanted his son to become.
"He will change our life."
"He will succeed."
"He will take us out of this struggle."
The expectations were heavy.
Chapter 5 - A Child Who Didn't Understand
The boy's name was Diharesh.
To his father...
He was everything.
A dream.
A future.
A way out of struggle.
That's why, unlike his sisters, Diharesh was sent to a private school.
A place his father believed would shape him into something great.But Diharesh... was different.
He didn't like studying.
Not even a little.
Books felt heavy.
Classrooms felt suffocating.
Lessons felt meaningless.
Instead of going to school...
He often wandered around the streets.
Carrying his school bag on his back-
But never reaching his destination.
One day, a neighbor noticed him.
Walking aimlessly... far from school.
The neighbor immediately went to his house.
At that moment, Diharesh's mother was busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for everyone before leaving for work.
"Your son didn't go to school," the neighbor said.
"He's roaming outside."
The mother froze."That's not possible... I dropped him halfway," she replied, disbelief in her voice.
But something inside her felt uneasy.
She left everything behind.
The unfinished work.
The food.
The routine.
And went to check.
There he was.
Walking on the road.
Without a care.
Without fear.
For a moment...
She just stood there.
Looking at him.
Then anger took over.
She rushed toward him.
Hit him in frustration And dragged him to school.
After leaving him there...
She went back to work.
But this was only the beginning.
Slowly, Diharesh started falling into bad company.
Friends who didn't care about school.
Friends who lived only for the moment.
He began stealing money from home.
Small amounts at first.
Then more.
Not for survival.
But for enjoyment.
Food.
Fun.
Freedom.
At home...
No one knew.
Or maybe...No one had time to notice.
His mother worked all day.
His father worked all day.
Sometimes, his mother would take him and his sisters along to her workplace.
A place filled with dust, noise, and exhaustion.
While she worked tirelessly...
The children played in the dirt.
Laughing.
Running.
Living their small moments of happiness.
Evenings were different.
Sometimes, Diharesh and his siblings would stand outside...
Waiting.
Watching the road.
Waiting for their mother to return.
And when she did-She always brought something.
A small snack.
Something simple.
Something cheap.
But to them...
It meant everything.
They smiled.
They laughed.
They felt happy But they were too young to understand...
That their mother had bought that food for them-
While she herself ate nothing.
She woke up early.
Cooked food.
Worked all day.
Returned home.
Cooked again.
Did all the housework.And still...
Made sure everyone else was happy.
Except herself.
The father, on the other hand, was strict.
Very strict.
He rarely showed affection.
Rarely smiled.
Rarely spoke softly.
He pushed his children to study.
Demanded discipline.
Got angry when they failed.
To them...
It felt like pressure.
Like fear.
Like distance.
But behind that anger...
Was something they didn't understand.
Love.
A love that didn't know how to express itself.
A love shaped by hardship.
A love that wanted one thing-
"My children should never live the life I lived."
He couldn't be gentle.
He couldn't be soft.
Because he believed-
Only strength could survive in this world.
And so...
Without realizing it-
Diharesh grew up between two worlds:
A mother who gave everything silently...
And a father who demanded strength without showing love.
And somewhere in between...
A boy who didn't understand either.
Chapter 6 - The Boy Everyone Looked Down On
Diharesh never did his homework.
Not because he couldn't...
But because he didn't care.
Books stayed untouched.
Pages remained blank.
And slowly...
His name became familiar for all the wrong reasons.
One day, his teacher lost patience.
Instead of scolding him privately...
She decided to make an example out of him.
Diharesh was taken from class to class.
Room after room.
Dozens of students watching.
Whispers spreading.
Laughter building.
Then the teacher said something that would stay buried in his life-
Even if he didn't understand it at that moment.
"This boy never does his homework."
"Today, every student will slap him once."
Silence filled the room.
Then hesitation.
Then... obedience.
One by one...
Students came forward.
Some lightly.
Some harder.
A slap.
Then another.
Then another.
Even the teachers joined.
But Diharesh...
Was smiling.
Not out of strength.
Not out of courage.
But because...
He didn't understand.
He didn't understand that this was humiliation.
He didn't understand that this moment was breaking something inside him.
To him...
It felt like a strange game.
A game he didn't know he was losing.
After school...
Nothing changed.
He returned to the same streets.
The same carefree life.
The same wandering.
He played with his friends in the neighborhood.
Ran through dusty lanes.
Laughed without reason.
Lived without direction.
And among all those moments...
There was someone special.
A girl.
Someone he had liked since childhood.
He never said it.
Never understood it fully.
But whenever she was around...
He smiled a little more.
Stayed a little longer.
It was innocent.
Pure.
Unspoken.
But life around him...
Was not.
Slowly...
The neighborhood started changing its behavior.
Mothers began warning their children:
"Don't play with him."
"Stay away from Diharesh."
To them...
He was a bad influence.
A careless boy.
A lost child.
And just like that...
Without even realizing-
He started getting isolated.
But Diharesh still didn't understand.
Because at home...
Things were the same.
His parents were busy.
Always working.
Always tired.
They didn't have the time to sit with him.
To guide him.
To understand him.
And he didn't have the maturity to understand them.
So he kept living...
Day by day...
Without a goal.
Without direction.
Without fear.
A boy...
Lost between freedom and neglect.
A boy...
Who laughed when the world insulted him.
A boy...
Who didn't yet realize-
That one day, this same world would force him to understand everything.
Chapter 7 - The Day He Understood
For the first time...
The school called his father.
Diharesh stood outside the principal's office.
Silent.
Restless.
Unaware that his life was about to change.
"Call him in."
He entered.
His father was already there.
Standing.
Not sitting.
That itself felt strange.
The principal looked at his father and spoke coldly-
"Your son is always on the complaint list."
"He is affecting other students."
"He is weak in studies... and his board exams are near."
Every word felt heavier than the last.
Then came the sentence that broke everything-
"You cannot even pay the fees on time."
"Honestly... don't keep high expectations from him."
"You are wasting your money."
Silence.
Diharesh stood there...Listening.
But for the first time in his life-
He wasn't ignoring.
He looked at his father.
And what he saw...
Shook him.
His father's face had changed.
No anger.
No strictness.
Just...
Disappointment.
A quiet defeat.
As if all the dreams he carried...
Had just fallen apart.
Still...His father didn't argue.
Didn't shout.
Didn't blame.
Instead, with folded hands, he said-
"Please give him one more chance..."
"I will manage the fees somehow."
That moment...
Was heavier than any slap Diharesh had ever received.
Because this time-
It didn't hit his face.
It hit his heart.
For the first time...
Diharesh felt something break inside him.
He didn't speak.
Couldn't speak.
But something had changed.
When they returned home...
The world didn't stay quiet.
A neighbor came.
Without hesitation.
Without sensitivity.
"Your son will fail."
"He doesn't focus on anything."
"Even the school has said it."
Every word echoed.
That evening...
His father said nothing.
He didn't eat.
Didn't speak.
He just lay down...
And closed his eyes.
Not to sleep.
But to escape.In the kitchen...
His mother was crying.
Silently.
Diharesh saw everything.
And this time...
He understood.
Understood his father's silence.
Understood his mother's tears.
Understood his own mistakes.
That night...
A careless boy died.
And something new...
Was born.
From the next day-
Everything changed.
No more roaming in the streets.
No more bad company.
No more stealing.
His world became smaller.
Just books.
Silence.
And guilt.
He didn't study because he loved it.
He studied because-
"No one should ever say my father wasted his money on me."
Time was short.
Board exams were near.
He didn't know what he wanted in life.
Didn't know what he would become.
But he knew one thing-
"I will not fail."
Even if it meant staying awake all night.
Even if it meant breaking himself.
He would do it.
Not for marks.
Not for success.
But for the man...
Who stood with folded hands for him.
Chapter 8 - The First Step Forward
Change didn't happen alone.
For the first time in his life...
Diharesh found someone who believed in him.
His name was Prajesh.
A simple boy.
Calm. Focused. Patient.
Where others saw failure...Prajesh saw potential.
When Diharesh started scoring better in small tests, Prajesh walked up to him one day and said-
"I'll help you."
"Let's study together."
No judgment.
No hesitation.
Just support.
That was something Diharesh had never experienced before.
They went to the principal together.
Requested permission-
To stay after school...
To study.
And surprisingly-
They were allowed.
From that day...
School became different.
Empty classrooms.
Silent corridors.
Two boys sitting together with books open.
Prajesh explained everything.
Slowly. Clearly. Patiently.
And Diharesh listened.
For the first time-
He tried to understand.
Days turned into nights.
Effort turned into habit.
And slowly...
Diharesh began changing.
They were always together.
Studying. Revising. Solving.
Not because they had to.
But because now...
They wanted to.
Then came the board exams.
This time-
Diharesh wasn't running away.
He faced them.
After the exams ended...
A small wish grew inside him.
He wanted a smartphone.
So during vacation-
He decided to work.
At a factory.
The first day was hard.
The second day... harder.
By the sixth day-
He fell sick.
His body gave up.
And in that moment...
Something hit him deeply.
"My mother does this... every day."
Not for six days.
For years.
More than fifteen years.
His father too...
Worked like this.
Endured like this.
Struggled like this.
And suddenly-
The weight of their lives...
Fell on his shoulders.
"They deserve a better son..."
"They deserve happiness..."
For the first time-He didn't think about himself.
He made a promise.
"I will become someone who can make them proud."
But the world didn't change.
People in the neighborhood laughed.
"His father sends him to school..."
"And now he's working in a factory?"
Even his childhood friends-
Those who once played with him-
Felt a strange satisfaction watching him struggle.
But this time...
Diharesh didn't react.
Because now-
He understood something important.
"Not everyone will understand your journey."
Then the result day came.
The moment of truth.
The moment everything depended on.
Diharesh passed.
Not just passed-He scored good marks.
At home...
Happiness returned after a long time.
His grandmother sat outside proudly telling a neighbor-
"My Diharesh passed!"
"You said he wouldn't... but he did!"
Inside the house-
Smiles.
Relief.
Tears of joy.
And Diharesh...
Stood there silently.
Not celebrating loudly.
Not jumping with excitement.
Just... smiling.
Because for him-This wasn't just passing an exam.
This was saving his father's respect.
This was answering the world.
This was proving-
"I am not a failure."
Chapter 9 - A Promise to the Future
After everything he had gone through...
Diharesh made a choice.
He chose Science.
And just like before-
The world reacted the same way.
"Science isn't for you."
"It's too hard."
"You'll just waste your time."
The same voices.
The same doubts.
So this time...
He decided to ask.
He went to his childhood friends-
The ones he grew up with.
"Do you think I can do it?"
They laughed.
"No."
"It's not for you."
"Don't waste your time."
Their answer was simple.
But it didn't break him.
Because this time...
He had someone else.
He went to Prajesh.
And asked the same question.
Prajesh didn't laugh.
Didn't doubt.
Didn't hesitate.
He just smiled and said-
"If you want it, you can do it."
"Don't be afraid of hard work."
"I'm with you. We'll study together."
That was enough.
For Diharesh...
That belief meant everything.
Time passed.
Then came his birthday.
For the first time in a long time-
He went out with his childhood friends to celebrate.
There was cake.
Laughter.
Noise.
For a moment...
It felt like old times.
But then-
Things changed.
After cutting the cake...
They brought out cigarettes.
One by one...
They started smoking.
Then they turned to him.
"Come on, try it."
"We won't tell anyone."
They forced him.
Encouraged him.
Pressured him.
For a moment...
He could have said yes.
No one would know.
No one would find out.
But then-
A thought crossed his mind.
"My parents would never expect this from me." And that was enough.
He stepped back.
"No."
Not loudly.
Not aggressively.
But firmly.
That "no"...Was not just for a cigarette.
It was for the life he didn't want to return to.
But the moment didn't end there.
Someone recorded it.
And somehow...
The video reached his father.
His father saw everything.
The environment.
The people.
The pressure.
And silently...
He made a decision.
To protect his son.
To keep him away from the wrong path.
Meanwhile...
Diharesh kept moving forward. With Prajesh by his side-
He studied.
Worked.
Pushed himself.
And once again-
He proved everyone wrong.
He passed Science.
Not easily.
Not perfectly.
But honestly.
For the second time in his life-
He answered the world.
"I can do it."
Now...
A new chapter was waiting.
He decided to leave his city.
To go to another place.
For college.
For growth.
For a better future.
He still didn't have a clear goal.
Didn't know exactly what he wanted to become.
But he knew one thing-
"I will study... and I will support my parents."
And somewhere in his heart...
There was something else too.
The girl he had liked since childhood-
Was now part of his life.
She became his girlfriend.
A small happiness.
A quiet comfort.
And with that-Diharesh stepped into a new world.
A new city.
A new life.
A new journey.
Unaware...
That one day-
He would become something far greater than he ever imagined.