The director’s father disguised himself as a poor old egg seller to the wedding to test his future daughter-in-law’s heart and the ending…
On a small village road on the outskirts of New Delhi, an old man was hunched over, pushing an old egg cart, his clothes dirty, his smile toothless but his eyes shining with intelligence. No one knew that this poor old egg seller was actually a famous businessman, with assets worth hundreds of crores of rupees. But today, he did not attend a conference, did not attend a meeting—he went to his son’s engagement ceremony to test his future bride’s heart. Does the young girl have enough heart to enter his family? Or is everything just a facade?

Mr. Rajesh Mehta – 62 years old – is a famous businessman in the construction materials manufacturing industry in Delhi-NCR. Although he has delegated most of the work to his son, Arjun Mehta (28 years old), Mr. Rajesh is still the one who holds the reins on major decisions. Everyone in Gurugram town knows his family – rich, kind, living a private life but always helping people in difficult times.

His son Arjun – studied at IIT Delhi, talented, living a simple life. Recently, he fell in love with a girl named Priya – from Lucknow, working as an accountant in a joint venture company. She is gentle, kind, educated, but born into a humble family. Arjun told his father: “I want to marry her. Priya is not rich but is kind and understanding.” Mr. Rajesh did not object, but he was still worried. He had witnessed his friends suffering because their daughters-in-law only loved money and looked down on their husbands. “Money can be earned back, but if a daughter-in-law is not kind, it will ruin her life,” he thought to himself. After many nights of thinking, he came up with a special idea: he would pretend to be a poor old egg seller, dressed simply, and appear at the ceremony to meet the bride’s family.

“Arjun, I’ll go alone to this engagement,” he told his son. “Just tell me I’m going on a business trip. Let’s see how she is.” Arjun was a little surprised but understood what his father meant. Although he didn’t completely agree, he also wanted to know how Priya would handle a “challenging” situation.

That day, Mr. Rajesh wore an old cloth cap, simple slippers, a worn-out kurta-pajama, and pushed a small egg cart. On the cart, he had a few cartons of chicken eggs, a few bunches of vegetables, and an old water bottle.

When he arrived at Priya’s house in Lucknow, he parked the cart outside and knocked on the door. Priya’s mother, Shobha, opened the door and thought he was a street vendor, so she said, “We have some work today. Please come back tomorrow!” “Yes… I’m Arjun’s father, here to greet the family…” – Mr. Rajesh said, bowing his head. The whole family was stunned. Priya walked out of the house, her face full of confusion, and Mrs. Shobha was startled: “So… are you really… Mr. Mehta?”

Mr. Rajesh smiled gently: “I am poor, not like the rumors, please understand.”

The atmosphere in the house was gloomy. Some relatives whispered. Someone muttered: “I heard that family is very rich…”

Mrs. Shobha began to show an unhappy attitude. “My daughter is obedient, well-educated. I also hope to marry a worthy person…”

Mr. Rajesh did not say anything, just nodded.

At that time, Priya took out a glass of water and… offered it to him. She did not show any disgust, nor did she flatter him. She sat down next to him, and asked softly: “I’m sorry, are you tired from the journey? Do you… want me to get a towel to dry your hands?”

That small gesture made Mr. Rajesh pause. He looked closely at the girl, saw her honest eyes, a little embarrassed but full of concern. Not because of who he was, but because she really wanted to treat a guest well.

“You know,” he said softly, “I’m old, I pretend to be a poor old man for fun. Actually, I don’t sell eggs.” Priya’s eyes widened in surprise. Before she could react, Mrs. Shobha stood up and said in an annoyed voice: “Okay, my daughter is young, we don’t want to hide anything… but really… your family is too poor, maybe it’s not suitable…”

Before Mr. Rajesh could say anything, Priya stood up: “Mom!” – her voice was harsh, for the first time. “What are you saying? Being rich or poor is not a reason to look down on others. You taught me to respect everyone, right?”

The whole house was silent.

Priya turned to Mr. Rajesh, her eyes filled with tears: “You… you are Arjun’s father, I don’t care what you do or how much money you have. I just need to know that you are the father of the person I love, and I will treat you like my own father.”

That was the moment Mr. Rajesh felt his heart stop. An emotion mixed with indescribable joy. He had found the answer.

After Priya stood up to refute her mother’s words, the room fell into a stifling silence. Everyone’s eyes were on the little girl who was trying to stay calm, and Mrs. Shobha was confused. Only Mr. Rajesh – the father in the role of “the old man selling eggs” – sat silently, looking at his future daughter-in-law with emotional eyes.

A moment later, Mr. Rajesh slowly stood up, bowed his head and said:
“Thank you, Priya… what you said today, I will remember for the rest of my life.”

Then he turned to Mrs. Shobha, his voice low but still calm: “I’m sorry for causing you and your family to misunderstand. I’m not really selling eggs. I just want to know what kind of heart my future daughter-in-law has.”

Everyone was stunned. Mrs. Shobha opened her eyes wide and stammered, “You… you are… Mr. Rajesh Mehta? The head of the North India Construction Materials Group?” Mr. Rajesh nodded slightly. There was no need to make a fuss, his demeanor said it all.

Mrs. Shobha paused as if she had just been shocked. The whispers from relatives turned to flattery:
“Oh my god, why didn’t you say so earlier…”
“You are truly an educated man, testing your daughter-in-law… my Priya is very good, sir…”
But Mr. Rajesh just smiled slightly, not blaming. He turned to Priya, his voice gentle:
“Today, I came in the poorest possible appearance… you don’t look down on me, you even care. I thank you. My Arjun chose you, I am relieved.”
Priya was confused, tears welling up in her eyes with emotion.

Just then, Arjun appeared.
He was wearing a white kurta, walking hurriedly, his face full of worry. He had been watching from afar and couldn’t sit still when he saw the tension. Arjun walked in, put his arms around Priya and said, “I’m sorry. This is my father’s plan. I just wanted to make sure you marry me – not because I have anything, but because you truly love and respect my family.”
Priya buried her head in Arjun’s chest. She cried – because she felt understood, trusted.

Priya’s family was invited to Delhi for an “official introduction” after that event. This time, Mr. Rajesh welcomed them with the proper respect – no fanfare – but every detail showed that his family was very well-mannered.
When Mrs. Shobha stepped into the luxurious villa, saw the simple way Mr. Rajesh spoke, the polite way the maids were, the way his son bowed to his future mother-in-law – she suddenly felt small and a little embarrassed. But Mr. Rajesh did not bring up the past, he took the initiative to pick up food and invite her:
“Try this dish, it is the dish Arjun’s mother used to cook in the past. I just learned from it…”
It was his kindness that made Mrs. Shobha feel tolerated. After the meal, she apologized: “I sincerely apologize to you. I am a loving mother, so when I first saw you… I thought you were poor, I was afraid my daughter would suffer… but now I understand, the most miserable thing is not being poor – but being heartless.”
Mr. Rajesh smiled, poured tea and invited her:
“No one is completely right, and no one is wrong forever. Just knowing how to change is more precious than silver and gold.”

Arjun and Priya’s wedding took place in early autumn in Delhi, the weather was cool, the sky was clear. The wedding venue was set up in Mr. Rajesh’s garden – cozy and luxurious.
Many people who attended the wedding that day still recall the story of the “strange egg seller” at the engagement ceremony. It was more of a practical lesson than any advice on choosing a spouse.

When the bride came out, Mr. Rajesh stood up and handed Priya a small box. Inside was not gold or silver, but… a carton of eggs – just like the day he pushed the cart to her house.

Everyone laughed. Priya held the carton of eggs, tears welling up.

“I will keep it for the rest of my life – as a keepsake from my father.”

Mr. Rajesh nodded slightly, his eyes also red.

“And from today, I have another daughter.”

In a world increasingly dominated by material things, where people’s hearts are easily exchanged for money, the story of Mr. Rajesh and Priya is a testament: Sincerity never goes out of fashion. A kind heart can overcome all layers of rich and poor, noble and humble – to find each other in the midst of life’s challenges.