A woman, drenched in the rain, asked a wealthy man for shelter for just one night. What happened that night made humanity weep, and this is also the truth of today’s society and a mirror for today’s society. To know the full story, be sure to watch the video till the end. But before that, please like the video, subscribe to the channel, and definitely write your name and the name of your beloved village or city in the comments. Friends, this is a true story from Kapileshwar town in Almora district, Uttarakhand.

It was evening time, dark clouds had gathered and heavy rain had drenched the entire area. Everyone was huddled inside their homes. But on that same rainy night, a woman was wandering with her small child. The woman’s name was Sujata. She was barely 25-26 years old. Fatigue was clearly visible on her face and her clothes were completely soaked. In her lap was her son, Arav, just 4 years old. An innocent face, lips trembling from the cold, and a glimpse of hunger in his eyes.

Sujata’s life had not been easy. She had loved and married her husband, Rajat. But fate was not on her side. Just a few years after marriage, Rajat died of an illness. Her mother had already passed away, and her father considered her a burden rather than a daughter. Her in-laws had clearly said, “You devoured our son. Now there’s no place for you and your child here.” Crying and wailing, Sujata was thrown out of the house with her young son. All she had was a gold chain from her neck, which she sold to manage for a few days. But money doesn’t last long. Slowly, everything ran out.

Sujata asked for work in many places. She washed utensils in small hotels. Sometimes cleaned at a shop. But she couldn’t find permanent work anywhere. She would work hard all day and sleep on the steps of a dharamshala or temple at night. That night too, neither of them had eaten since morning. Her son Arav kept telling his mother, “Mom, I’m hungry,” and Sujata would hold back her own tears while stroking his head.

The rain had become heavy. Their clothes were soaked. Their feet were trembling. Her son felt feverishly hot. She was worried. If they didn’t find shelter tonight, the child would fall sick. Out of this fear and helplessness, she knocked on the door of a big house. In a trembling voice, she said, “Sir, please just give us shelter for tonight. I will get wet, but please save my child.” She didn’t know who was behind that door. But she did know that if the door remained closed, her child might not survive the night.

Hearing the knock, slow footsteps were heard from inside. After a few moments, the door opened, and standing there was a tall, well-built man. His face was serious, his eyes showed deep fatigue, but there was no harshness in his demeanor. Joining her hands, Sujata said, “Sir, please just let us stay in your house for one night. My son is small. He has gotten wet in the rain. If he gets wet more, he will fall ill.”

The man remained silent for a few moments. His gaze rested on the child. Little Arav, leaning his head on his mother’s lap, was shivering. His face was innocent, and his stomach was rumbling from hunger. A slight softness appeared on the man’s face. Opening the door wide, he said, “Come inside. You’re wet, you’ll catch a cold.”

Sujata hesitated, but her helplessness was great. She slowly entered with her child. The house was very big, but desolation was spread everywhere, as if no sound of happiness had been heard there for a long time. The man said, “You two sit. I’ll bring something.” He went towards the kitchen. He returned after a while with a plate. Two rotis (flatbreads) and some pickle. Placing the plate in front of the child, he said, “Eat, son.” Arav first hesitated. Then, defeated by hunger, he picked up the roti and started eating quickly. Sujata’s eyes welled up. In a soft voice, she said, “Sir, he hasn’t eaten anything since yesterday. You saved our child’s life.” The man just stood there silently. It seemed as if shadows of his own past were floating in his eyes. He said, “You two sleep peacefully in this room. Lock the door from inside. No one needs to be afraid.”

Sujata bowed her head in gratitude. She went into the room with her child and latched the door from inside. That night, after many days, there was a new stir within the walls of the mansion. Outside, the rain was still pouring. But inside, someone’s tears and someone’s compassion were coming together to write a new story of humanity.

The next morning, when the first rays of the sun filtered into the room through the windows, the rain had stopped. But the scent of the wet earth still lingered in the entire courtyard. The silence of the mansion seemed to have been shaken. Avinash came out as usual. But seeing the sight in front of him, his eyes were dazzled. The mansion, which had been deserted and dusty for months, suddenly seemed changed. The leaves strewn in the courtyard had been swept away. The dust on the doors and windows had been wiped. The broken items on the verandah were neatly arranged in one place. He looked around in surprise. Then his gaze fell towards the kitchen. There, Sujata was bent over, her hands busy cleaning utensils. Little Arav was sitting nearby, playing with a small wooden cart.

Avinash went closer and asked, “Why are you doing all this?” Wiping her hands and bowing her head, Sujata replied, “Sir, please don’t mind. You gave us shelter last night. So I thought, in return, I’d organize the house a bit. Dirt is not good anywhere.” These words of hers struck a chord in Avinash’s heart. Those were the same words his wife used to say. ‘Dirt is not good anywhere.’ Suddenly, memories of the past floated before his eyes. He remained silent for a few moments. Then, in a soft voice, he said, “But you didn’t need to do this.”

With a slight smile, Sujata said, “I didn’t need to. But my heart wished to do something. Last night, you saved my child from hunger by feeding him. In return for that, this is all I could do.” Her simplicity and humility touched Avinash deeply. He wondered, who is this woman? In what condition has she reached here?

After a while, Sujata placed the utensils neatly and, calling her child close, sat him on her lap. Then she said slowly, “Sir, now we won’t trouble you anymore. You have helped us as much as you could. Now we have to move on.” Restlessness suddenly arose within Avinash. He thought, if these people leave, that same desolation will return. Many questions arose in his mind. Gathering courage, he said, “Before you leave, if you don’t mind, may I ask one thing? Who are you? And how did you reach here in this condition?”

Hearing this, the smile disappeared from Sujata’s face. Her eyes moistened. Her lips began to tremble. She remained silent for a few moments. Then, holding her child close to her chest, she burst into tears. Avinash was alarmed. “Look, if you feel bad, don’t answer. It’s okay. I won’t stop you.”

But Sujata, wiping her tears, said, “No, sir. You have done so much good for us. You deserve to know the truth.” Then she slowly began to tell her story. “My name is Sujata. A few years ago, I married a boy named Rajat. We loved each other very much. But just two years after marriage, illness snatched Rajat away from me. Since that day, my life seemed to have ended. My maternal home was already broken. My mother was no more. My father, considering me a burden, closed the door on me. And my in-laws clearly said, ‘You are the reason for our son’s death.’”

Sujata’s voice choked. Tears kept falling from her eyes. “They threw me and my son out of the house. I pleaded with folded hands. I said, ‘The child is your son’s. Don’t throw him out.’ But they didn’t listen. Since that day, my son and I have been wandering the streets. I manage by doing small jobs. But I can’t find a place to settle. Yesterday, we hadn’t eaten anything the whole day. That’s why I gathered the courage to come to your door.” Saying this, she started crying again.

Avinash stood silently. A storm was raging in his mind. He felt as if his own story had come before him through someone else’s face. The pain of both, having passed through different paths, had met at the same destination: loneliness and pain.

Seeing tears flowing from Sujata’s eyes, Avinash fell silent. For the first time, he felt her helplessness and pain so closely. Little Arav was sobbing in his mother’s lap, as if he too was afraid they would end up on the street again.

Avinash took a deep breath and said softly, “If I tell you one thing, will you accept it?” Sujata looked up at him. Her eyes held questions. Avinash said, “You and your son can stay in this house. I may not be able to give you money. But if you wish, you can handle the household chores. In return, you and your child will get a roof and food.”

Sujata remained silent for a moment. Hesitation and doubt were clearly visible on her face. In a soft voice, she said, “Sir, would this be right? What will the villagers say? People will talk.”

Avinash said in a firm voice, “People will talk in any case. But the truth is, if I leave you in this condition, humanity will die. You and your son need shelter. And this empty house also needs life. If it seems right to you, stay here.”

Tears welled up in Sujata’s eyes again. Joining her hands, she said, “You have given us the support to live. There is no greater blessing for me. I will do every task. Just let my child have shelter.”

From that day, Sujata stayed there. She would clean the house early in the morning, manage the kitchen, and started doing small tasks very neatly. Arav also slowly mingled with Avinash. Avinash, who had been drowning in loneliness for a long time, now found little footsteps running to meet him when he returned home. Sujata’s laughter echoed in the verandah. The desolation of the house had now broken.

But the village atmosphere slowly began to change. People started making snide remarks. “Hey, heard Avinash has kept a young woman in his house.” “Yes, and she has a child with her too.” “What was the need? Such a big house, a lonely man. Now people will say something or the other.” Discussions started spreading in the village square too. Someone said, “Avinash has ruined his honor,” while others taunted, “He has so much wealth, but now he needs a young woman.”

Hearing all this, Sujata’s eyes would moisten. She felt that perhaps her presence would become a problem for Avinash. One day, gathering courage, she said, “Sir, the villagers are right. Because of me, your reputation is getting tarnished. Arav and I should leave from here now.”

Avinash said angrily, “Be quiet. It’s not your fault. These people are constrained by their own thinking. I know you are only managing this house. And I want to see you right here. If anyone has a problem, they should tell me, not you.” For the first time, Sujata saw deep sincerity in his eyes. The fear in her heart lessened a bit. But still, the village talk was eating her from inside.

Days passed. Three months went by without them realizing. Now Avinash and Sujata started sharing each other’s joys and sorrows. Arav slowly started calling Avinash ‘Baba’ (father) instead of ‘Uncle’. But when does society’s tongue ever stop?

One morning, some village elders and responsible people arrived at Avinash’s door. Their voices were stern. “Avinash, all this is not right. Keeping a young woman in the house. This is against the dignity of our village. Either send her away, or you will be expelled from the village.”

Hearing all this from behind the door, Sujata stood trembling. Her eyes held both fear and tears. Arav clung to her lap. Avinash remained silent for a moment. Then suddenly, he went inside and brought a box of sindoor (vermilion) from the prayer room. Coming in front of everyone, he filled the parting in Sujata’s hair with sindoor.

Silence fell over the entire village. “Now she is my wife,” Avinash said in a loud voice. “If anyone has an objection, come forward and say it.” The villagers were stunned. No one could reply. Everyone left quietly.

Sujata stood there shocked. Her tears were flowing—this time not of sorrow, but of astonishment and gratitude. And now, the red line of sindoor was also shining on her forehead. She had never even imagined that Avinash would take such a step.

The villagers muttered as they left, but no one dared to come forward and say anything. Standing on the verandah, Avinash took a deep breath and looked at Sujata. There was determination in his eyes, but a slight fatigue was visible on his face. “Look, Sujata, if you feel bad, forgive me. But I couldn’t bear these people’s words. Now no one can say anything.”

Sujata’s eyes filled with tears. In a trembling voice, she said, “Sir, why did you do all this? I was only doing the work of your house. I and my son got shelter because of your support. But now you have given me the status of a wife. Is this right?”

Looking at her, Avinash said in a calm voice, “Sujata, this house had been empty for many years. It learned to live again after you and Arav came. To tell you the truth, your simplicity, your hard work, and your son’s innocent laughter have kept me connected to life. Perhaps it was destiny that we became each other’s support in pain. And I want you to be not just the caretaker of the house, but my life partner.”

Sujata bowed her head. Her lips were trembling. But deep in her heart, she felt that Avinash’s words were not just for show, but the truth.

Slowly, days began to pass. Now the villagers also fell silent. When they saw that Avinash and Sujata respected each other and there was nothing wrong in the house, their tongues automatically stopped. People started saying, “Perhaps this is for the better, otherwise that woman and her child would have been ruined.” Arav also now considered Avinash his father. He would go to the fields with him, laugh while sitting on his shoulders, and whenever Avinash returned tired, hugging him, he would say, “Baba, you are the best.”

Seeing all this, Sujata would feel fulfilled from within. She felt that perhaps this was the family she had been searching for years. One day, sitting in the courtyard in the evening, Sujata said in a soft voice, “Avinash ji, I don’t know how I have become attached to you. I can’t even imagine life without you now.”

Avinash smiled. Looking at her, he said, “I feel the same way. When I saw you standing wet at the door for the first time, I never thought this relationship would become so deep. But now it feels that the Almighty sent you and Arav to complete my incomplete life.”

After this, both went to the temple and got married properly. The village people also attended the wedding that day. There was a question in everyone’s eyes: Can humanity really be greater than relationships? But when they saw the contentment on Sujata’s face and the shadow of a father on Arav’s face, everyone accepted that this was right.

Time passed. Arav grew up and started going to college. There was cheer in the house now. The mansion, which was once deserted, now resonated with laughter and happiness all the time.

Friends, in life, wealth, pomp, and show are all useless if there is no humanity in it. Society’s talk never ends, but if the heart is pure and the intention is true, then those relationships become the deepest and most beautiful. But do you think the step that man took, filling that woman’s hair parting with sindoor in front of everyone, was right or wrong? Please definitely share your opinion in the comments. And if this story touched your heart, then please like the video, share it, and definitely subscribe to the channel ‘Story By BK’. We will meet in the next emotional and inspirational story with new characters and new lessons. Until then, take care of your loved ones, stay healthy, and keep smiling always. Jai Hind, Jai…