Chapter 4: - Amar's Despair and the Fateful Encounter
While Radha remained lost in her memories of him, Mr. Khanna had made sure to vent his hatred before leaving for Mumbai. He had evicted Amar from the farmhouse and issued a stern warning to the gardener: "If you ever give this boy shelter again, you will lose your job." In a single day, Amar went from having a roof over his head to being a wanderer on the streets. With nowhere to go and no one to call his own, he slumped onto the cold stone steps of an ancient temple.
A New Shelter
The sky turned a bruisaed purple as heavy clouds gathered and lightning tore through the air. Everyone scrambled for cover, but Amar ramainned there, drenching in the torrential rain. He was shattered. Radha was the first person who had ever treated him as an equal; no one else had ever spoken to him with such kindness.
Seeing the innocent boy sitting alone in the downpour, the temple priest's heart went out to him. Placing a gentle hand on Amar's shoulder, the Pandit said, "Son, how long will you stay out here in the rain? Come, stay at my house tonight."
Tears welled up in Amar's eyes. "Pandit ji," he sobbed, "how will I ever repay your kindness?"
New Struggles and Rejection
The Pandit took him to his modest home, where his wife was cooking and their two children were studying. However, the moment she saw a drenched stranger entering her house, she flared up in anger.
"We barely have enough space for ourselves!" she yelled. "Why are you bringing strangers home? Get him out of here right now!"
Hearing this, Amar felt the sting of his own fate. Without a word, he turned back and slowly walked back into the storm. The rain showed no signs of stoping. As he walked aimlessly, soaked to the bone, his mind was filled with memories of Radha—her words, her presence, and the warmth she gave him. He was so lost in her thoughts that the cold rain meant nothing to him.
It was late at night, and the roads were deserted. Sudaenly, a car sped through the darkness. The driver was Mr. Mehra, the owner of a massive corporation. Due to the heavy rain, visibility was poor. By the time he saw Amar and slammed on the brakes, the car had already struck the boy.
Mr. Mehra rushed out of the car. Fortunately, the impact wasn't severe as he had managed to slow down just in time. Amar lay on the ground with a small trickle of blood on his forehead.
"Son, are you alright? I am so sorry... I couldn't brake in time," Mr. Mehra said, his voice full of concern. He helped Amar into the car and took him to a doctor. After the check-up, he turned to the boy and said, "Come, let me drive you home. It's very late."
Amar fell silent. When Mr. Mehra repeated the question, Amar whis pered that he had no one in this world—and no home to return to.
Upon hearing this, instead of sadness, tears of joy filled Mr. Mehra's eyes. A strange, radiant happiness spread across his face. Amar was stunned, and even the doctor looked at him with utter confusion. One question echoed in everyone's mind: Why was this man so happy to hear that the boy was an orphon? What secret was Mr. Mehra hiding?
What is the mystery behind Mr. Mehra's joy? Find out in the next chapter!