She was distributing food to beggars on the temple steps. That woman was not just serving food in each plate, but also her values. But then her gaze fell upon a face bowed down. The clothes were dirty. The hands were trembling, and when the face looked up, her breath stopped. It was none other than him. Her own ex-husband. The one who had once pushed her out of the house. Today, he was begging before her. But then, what the woman did shook all of humanity. This true story is heart-wrenching. To know the full story, be sure to watch the video till the end. But first, like the video. Subscribe to the channel and do write your name and your city’s name in the comments. Friends, about 15 km from Ayodhya, that woman whose name was Parul. She had come to the temple today just as she did every time after opening a new boutique. By now, four of her large boutiques had opened across the city. Every shop opening happened in the same manner. No party, no glamour, no cameras. Just after the opening, she would come to the temple and feed the hungry with her own hands to thank God. Parul believed that perhaps the success that came to her was given by God so that she could satiate someone else’s hunger. Like every time, this time too she began serving food with her own hands to each beggar sitting outside the temple. No disgust, no hesitation, just the true spirit of service. In each plate, she was arranging dal, rice, vegetables, and sweets. As if a mother feeds her children. But then, when she moved forward to give the next plate to a beggar wrapped in dirty, tattered clothes, that beggar, instead of taking the food, started looking into her eyes. A completely still face with swollen eyes, covered in a thick layer of sweat and dust. His gaze was trembling and his lips were quivering. Parul felt a little uncomfortable. “Here, Baba. Please take the food,” she said softly. But the next moment, the beggar let go of the plate and fell at her feet, sobbing and saying, “Forgive me, Parul. Forgive me. I did a terrible thing.”

Parul was startled. The plate fell from her hands onto the ground, and she stepped back, saying, “Who are you? What are you doing? Get up, Baba. Why are you falling at my feet?” But the beggar kept crying. His body was trembling, and in a quivering voice, he kept repeating just one name again and again. “Parul, Parul, I am Akash. Have you forgotten me?” Hearing this, it was as if time started flowing backward. As if someone had roughly scratched an old wound in Parul’s heart again. “Akash…” the words barely escaped her lips. Before her now was not the temple, nor that beggar. Only one scene was floating in her eyes. When that same Akash had once pushed her out of his house. Those wounds that Parul had buried seven years ago came alive again in an instant. Her breath quickened. Her palms turned cold. Her lips began to dry. She turned back. She saw the other beggars were also watching this scene. The driver was standing confused. Parul composed herself. She quietly told the driver, “You distribute the food. I’ll be back in a while.” And then she lifted that trembling beggar whose clothes smelled bad. His hair was disheveled and his face was unrecognizable. But the eyes… yes, those were the same eyes. In which she had once searched for love and later saw hatred and contempt. “Come, we won’t talk here,” Parul said in a stern tone. They both went and sat on an empty bench a little away from the temple. Akash was still sobbing. His head was bowed, and tears were flowing from his eyes as if a burden of years was being lifted. A few moments passed in silence. Then Parul took a deep breath and asked, “Now tell me, how did you end up like this? The one who had ancestral land, a shop, money. Why are you begging today?”

Akash’s body was trembling. He looked up and then bowed his head completely towards Parul’s feet and said, “The day I threw you out… my ruin started from that very day.” And here begins the incomplete story of that man who had once broken a woman’s heart and was now, broken himself, begging for forgiveness from her. Akash was now sitting quietly on the bench. A person completely broken from within. In whose eyes were the ashes of regret and in whose heart was the burning ember of an unfulfilled apology. Parul sitting opposite him had an expression devoid of emotion. Neither hatred nor pity. Just a void that forms only after a wound has dried. “Speak, Akash,” Parul’s voice was very cold. “Why did you make me the guilty one back then? What was lacking in me? Or was the greed for dowry everything?” Akash’s head was bowed. He began to speak with trembling lips. “The day I married you, I thought my destiny had opened up. You were educated, understanding, and beautiful too. But my family… their thinking was the same old, worn-out one. Without a motorcycle, without 5 lakhs in dowry, they couldn’t see your qualities, they only saw the thickness of the envelope. Had I mustered the courage to speak up for you, perhaps my mother would be alive today, and you wouldn’t be before me in this condition.” Tears were flowing from Akash’s eyes. He continued, “I was pressured… ‘What will society say, get married again.’ And I did what perhaps even God won’t forgive. Another marriage. But this marriage happened not out of love, but out of greed. That girl set fire to my home. Fights every day, taunts every night, and when the dowry demands weren’t met, she, without thinking, filed a police case against me. Parul, I don’t know what all you had to suffer. But you left the house with your honor, and I lost my home too. My name too. When I got out of the police case, everything was sold. Ancestral land, shop, belongings… everything was gone. And when I tried to stand up again, no friend was left, no relative. When mother and father saw that their son was now a living corpse, they too slowly broke from within and one day left forever. I was left alone, Parul. So alone that I befriended alcohol and bonded with the footpath. Now, no name, no home. Just a tattered sheet and a daily battle with hunger.” Akash began to weep uncontrollably. “And you know what the biggest punishment was? Every night, with closed eyes, I would see your face, the one that was pushed out of the door, and I couldn’t even call out to you because there was a noose of shame around my neck.”

Parul’s eyes welled up. But she swallowed her tears again because the price of her tears was very high. They were saved now not for anyone’s regret, but for humanity. “So what do you want now?” Parul asked. Akash said softly, “Just a chance. Some work, some corner where I can repay my deeds to myself. I don’t just want food, Parul, I want to live. But this time, with someone’s trust.” Hearing his words, Parul’s eyes closed for a moment. As if a thousand questions of life were knocking on her heart. A few moments passed in silence. Then Parul said, “You are nothing to me now. Not a husband, not a relation. But if you want to become a human being, then come, there’s a job for you. Tomorrow morning my car will be standing outside, and you will sit as the driver. But on one condition. If you touch alcohol again, it’s all over.” A ray of light shone in Akash’s eyes again. He bowed his head. “I promise, Parul. I won’t even avoid my own gaze now.”

That evening, Parul got him bathed at a hotel. Got him clean clothes, a haircut, and prepared him. But this preparation was not for a wedding. It was the beginning of turning a beggar into a human being. Exactly at 10:00 AM the next morning, a white car stopped in front of the house. The door opened, Parul got out. And behind her stepped out a person whose gait had hesitation. Whose face carried a bowed self-respect, and in whose eyes was a still river of apology. That was Akash. New clothes, clean hair, and a washed face. But the guilt inside was still the same. Where he had broken everything with Parul that day and left. When Parul knocked on the door, Shrikanth ji, her father, came out. Time seemed to stand still in his eyes. His gaze kept shifting from Parul to Akash. Seeing whom, his heart was still screaming that this is the one who broke my daughter. “Daughter,” he asked in a low voice, “Who is this?” Parul said softly, “Papa, this is Akash.” Hearing just this, a slight tremor ran across his face. All those moments returned to his eyes. When he had seen his daughter returning home sobbing. When he had seen Parul so broken for the first time that she would tremble even at the mention of his name. “But Papa,” Parul immediately added, “He is nothing to me now. Not a relation, not a right. He is just a driver now whom I have given a job because the name I have earned with my hard work, now I must also do the work of making that same human being a human again.”

Shrikanth ji’s lips trembled for a moment. He kept looking silently at Akash, whose hands were now joined and eyes lowered. “Namaste, Baba,” Akash said in a trembling voice. “You may not forgive me. But I just wish that I can stand outside your house and see myself every day. The man who insulted a woman, I now just want to return in my own eyes. And if I get your shelter on that journey, I will consider myself fortunate.” Silence prevailed for a while. Then Shrikanth ji asked softly, “Do you drink?” Akash immediately shook his head. “Never again. I swear by that person who is now trying to rebuild himself.” Shrikanth ji took a long breath. His throat was choked, but his face was still stern. “Alright,” he said. “If my daughter hasn’t forgiven you, but has given you a chance to become human, then I will also respect her decision. Don’t come inside the house. But if you keep the car parked on time outside the house, I will understand you are reforming.” These words were like rebirth for Akash. He touched the ground and vowed, “Now, before I break anyone else’s trust, I will make myself worthy of forgiving myself every day.”

Parul was standing in a corner watching all this. There was no expression on her face. But there was a small satisfaction in her heart that the strength to mend someone who breaks others can only be given by humanity. That night, there was no noise in the house. But there was an echo that a person who was once in arrogance had now taken his first step in the shelter of humility.

Days began to pass. Now every morning, Parul’s car would be parked on time. Its glasses shone. Tires filled with air, and sitting on the steering wheel was Akash, whose gaze was now not straight but lowered towards the ground every day. He didn’t smile, didn’t make eye contact, just worked. Silently, without a word, without ego. When he drove Parul through the city streets, there was respect in people’s eyes for the boutique owner Parul, and Akash sitting in the front driving seat quietly avoided those eyes. For him, every day, every turn was a self-introspection. A journey from self to self. Parul still didn’t talk to him much, just necessary instructions: where to go, what time to come, and that was it. But inside her, a thought was slowly growing: perhaps this person was no longer that Akash who had once sold the honor of a relationship for dowry.

One day, an old female customer of the boutique, who had known Parul for many years, came to meet her. When she was leaving, she saw Akash in the car and stopped. “This driver looks somewhat familiar,” she asked softly. Parul only said, “Was a relation once. Now has become the burden of my forgiveness.” The woman fell silent. And then, while getting out of the car, she said, “Sometimes, forgiving is the most difficult thing. But what you have done is even higher than humanity.” Parul remained silent, but those words echoed deep within.

At night when she returned home, father Shrikanth ji was sitting in the verandah. Akash was sitting below, drinking tea. He was not inside the house yet, but had come within the periphery of the family. Shrikanth ji took a sip of tea and asked, “Does that old ‘you’ still remain, or is something really changing?” Akash lowered his eyes. “Baba, I am not that person anymore who weighed someone in dowry. Now I weigh myself every morning: whether today I am worthy of being called a human in the eyes of my daughter, my wife, or at least my own eyes or not.” Shrikanth ji took a deep breath and said, “Daughter forgave you. That was her humanity. But for you to forgive yourself, you will have to change at least a hundred times. And I won’t form any relation with you until you prove that you are now not a relation, but worthy of trust.” Akash bowed his head and said softly, “You’re right, Baba. That is my real test.”

That same night, Parul sat alone in her room. She took out that red sari from her wardrobe which she had worn on her wedding day. Looking at the sari, a tear slid down her cheek. But she didn’t cry. Just kept the sari back and made a promise to herself. “Now I will accept any relationship not out of fear of society, but with the approval of my self-respect.” That night, she accepted Akash’s apology. But did not permit the return of the relationship. She knew mending a broken relationship is not easy. But mending a broken human being is far more difficult.

By now, seven months had passed. Every morning, Akash would bring the car on time. Would open the door respectfully for Parul to sit and wouldn’t say a word the whole day. Just worked quietly. In the evening, he would clean the car and leave it. Then sit in a corner of the verandah below, drink tea, and sleep in some corner at night. Without any complaint, without any questions. In these seven months, he didn’t take a single day off. Didn’t make any conversation, didn’t show any deceit in his eyes. Just gave himself a chance to improve every day. And gave Parul a reason to be proud of herself every moment.

But in these seven months, Parul’s mind was also not the same as before. In her heart for Akash, there was neither hatred nor love now. Just a compassion that this is the same person who lost everything due to a mistake and is now silently trying to return everything without asking.

One evening when Parul returned home from the boutique, she saw in the verandah that father Shrikanth ji and Akash were both sitting and drinking tea. For the first time, both were sitting together sharing tea from the same kettle. Shrikanth ji saw Parul and said, “Daughter, it takes years to change a person. But you gave him the chance to change. That is the victory of your values. Now the decision is yours. But I will say this much: to keep punishing someone who has reformed is a crime bigger than his sin.” That night, Parul couldn’t sleep for a long time. She thought, would I accept him again as a husband? Could I start that same relationship again which had died once? But then she realized that Akash was not that person anymore, and she herself was also not that same Parul. She was now a strong and self-reliant woman who had given a new shape to her life without any support.

The next morning, Parul told Akash, “We have to go to the temple tomorrow evening. Be ready.” Akash quietly nodded his head.

In the evening, on the temple steps, Parul was standing in a red sari with a plate of vermilion in her hand, exactly as she was seven years ago. But this time, there was no fear on her face, but balance, inner strength, and peace. Akash was standing before her, with a mixed look of confusion and hope.

Parul lifted the vermilion in her hand and said, “I am not making you my husband again, Akash. I am making you that part of humanity which you had once lost. From now on, you are not just my husband, you are the living proof of my trust that a woman doesn’t just forgive; if needed, she can also make someone human again.”

That day, there was no shehnai in the temple. No circumambulations took place. No mangalsutra was tied. Just a quiet application of vermilion and tears falling from two pairs of eyes. One of Akash’s regret, and one of Parul’s self-respect.

Now they both live together in a small house in the city. No spectacle, no show. Just a relationship that now stands on trust and is stronger than the past.

Friends, relationships can break, but if humanity is with you, even a broken person can stand up again. Every person should get the punishment for their mistake. But if they regret sincerely and want to change, then giving them a chance is the greatest example of humanity.

Now the question is for you: if this happened to you, would you also forgive that person and give them a new life like Parul? Is regret and change so big that we can live the old relationship again?

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