To celebrate his lover’s pregnancy, the husband invited the whole family on a trip — leaving his wife alone at home to give birth… And then, everyone shuddered at the truth.
Priya, a petite, gentle girl, married Amit after three years of dating.
They once dreamed of a home filled with children’s laughter, despite their simple life in the outskirts of Jaipur.
Priya worked as an accountant in a building materials store, and Amit was a salesman for a large company in the industry.

Life was not rich, but full and peaceful — until a third person appeared.

In the company Amit worked for, there was a young, sharp girl named Riya — who had just started working for a few months.

Not long after, Riya announced that she was pregnant, and it was a boy.

When Amit heard the news, he was crazy with joy.
He threw a big party, inviting all his relatives to travel to Mumbai to celebrate the “birth of his eldest grandson”.

He left Priya at home, who was about to give birth to a daughter.

Priya begged:

“Amit, can you wait until I give birth before leaving?”

But Amit said coldly:

“Why should I postpone giving birth to a daughter at home? I have bigger things to do. It took me 5 years to get pregnant, and it’s a daughter, so I have to accept it.”

Those words were like a knife cutting deep into the heart of the pregnant woman.

That night, Priya had severe abdominal pain – labor came earlier than expected.

In the empty house, she called a taxi, but it was pouring rain.

The roads in Jaipur were flooded, no car would accept the ride.

The pains made her sweat coldly, her tears mixed with the rain.

She thought she would give birth in the middle of that lonely storm.

Suddenly, a black car stopped.

The man in the car rolled down the window, his voice deep and warm:

“Miss, do you need help?”

Priya shouted in despair:

“I’m about to give birth… please take me to the hospital!”

Without hesitation, the man opened the door, ran out and helped her into the car.
Under the pouring rain, the car sped away.

She was taken to the hospital in time, giving birth to a healthy baby girl.

The man waited outside the delivery room until the doctor said “Mother and child are safe” before he let out a sigh of relief.

He smiled:

“Congratulations. I’m Raj Malhotra, the director of the company where your husband works. I happened to be passing by today, I didn’t expect to see this scene. But… why did he take time off to go on vacation when his wife was due to give birth?”

Priya was stunned, unable to say anything. She just bowed her head, tears streaming down her face.

Raj said softly:

“Don’t worry, I’m here.”

He stayed at the hospital until Priya’s parents came back from the countryside.

Three days later, Priya was still in the hospital.

Then, from afar, the convoy of cars returning from Mumbai was bustling with laughter and chatter.

Amit excitedly showed off to his relatives about the son in Riya’s belly – the “first grandchild”.

But before he could set foot in the house, Amit’s phone rang.

On the other end of the line was a cold voice like steel…“Amit, from tomorrow on, you and Riya don’t need to come to the company anymore.”

Amit was stunned:

“Mr. Raj! Why is that?”

“You should ask your wife. The night you celebrated in Mumbai, your wife almost died giving birth alone. If I hadn’t come over that night, both mother and child would have died. As for the forty lakh (4 million rupees) loan you borrowed to buy the house, I will immediately take it back. Consider that house, I’ll take it back.”

Raj’s voice was cold and decisive.

“You can move out now.”

Amit trembled:

“Mr. Raj… I’m sorry, I—”

But the other end of the line had already hung up.

With no job, no home, Riya quickly left – leaving Amit and his parents standing silently on the street, looking at the now locked apartment.

Inside, Priya held her child, listening to the sound of rain falling on the porch, a strange feeling arose in her heart:
No resentment, only relief.

A year passed.
Raj – the man who had saved the mother and daughter on that rainy night – still silently helped them.
He often visited, brought milk for the little girl, asked about Priya.

Gradually, Raj became the closest person to the mother and daughter.
He never mentioned the past, just quietly stayed by their side – like a solid support.

The day Priya officially became Raj’s wife, she stood in the small garden, watching her daughter play, her heart filled with happiness.

She softly said:

“If it hadn’t rained that day, I probably wouldn’t have met you.”

Raj smiled, held her hand, his voice warm:

“There are storms that come to sweep away the bad guys,
and also to bring the right person into your life.”

And under the Jaipur sky that day, as the rain gently fell, Priya understood that all the suffering had ended —
to begin a new journey, where there was love, respect, and a man who knew how to cherish her like a treasure