AFTER DIVORCE SHE BEGGED ON STREETS—YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHO APPEARED! | STORY TIME | VOICE OF TASBIH

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After Divorce, She Begged on the Streets—You Won’t Believe Who Appeared!

In the bustling city of Jaipur, a story unfolded that would leave many astonished. It was a typical morning at Ganesha crossroads, where heavy traffic brought the city to a standstill. Among the vehicles was a shiny white BMW, inside which sat Susant Sharma, a well-known businessman, en route to an important meeting in Mumbai. As the car idled in the jam, Susant decided to take a moment to observe the world outside.

He noticed a group of women nearby, their clothes tattered and faces weary. Children, clad in dirty garments, played around them, their laughter contrasting starkly with the grim reality of their surroundings. Susant’s heart ached at the sight of their suffering. Known for his kindness, he often took time to help those in need. He instructed his driver to lower the window and handed out 500 rupees to each woman, urging them to buy food for their children. The women accepted the money gratefully, blessing him as they moved away.

Just as the traffic began to clear, a woman approached Susant’s window, knocking insistently. “Sir, you didn’t give me anything!” she pleaded. Startled, Susant focused on her face, which was dirt-streaked but somehow familiar. “Wait a moment,” he said, lowering the window further. “You’re Mala, right?”

The woman froze, tears welling in her eyes. “Yes, I’m Mala. But Susant, what are you doing here?”

Shock coursed through Susant; this was his ex-wife, the woman he had divorced four years ago. “Mala, how did you end up like this? You came from a good family. You even took 50 lakhs from me during the divorce. Why are you begging on the streets?”

Mala’s voice trembled as she explained, “Please, give me a moment. I’ll tell you everything.”

Susant, filled with a mix of concern and disbelief, invited her into the car. He knew the crowd gathering around them was growing suspicious, but he was determined to understand her situation. As they drove away, whispers of doubt followed them, questioning Susant’s intentions.

Once they reached a nearby hotel, Susant instructed his driver to buy Mala new clothes. He wanted her to feel human again, to regain some dignity. After a refreshing bath and a change into a beautiful blue sari, Mala emerged transformed, her beauty and innocence shining through the remnants of her struggles.

Sitting together in the hotel lobby, Susant urged Mala to share her story. “I never wanted the divorce,” she began, her voice breaking. “My family pressured me into it. They were greedy and convinced me that I could secure a better future for myself by leaving you.”

Susant listened intently as Mala recounted how her family had manipulated her. “They promised me wealth and security, and in court, I demanded the money. But after the divorce, they took everything from me. They used it for their own desires, and when the money was gone, they abandoned me.”

Tears streamed down Mala’s cheeks as she spoke of her descent into despair. “I tried to work, but I faced humiliation everywhere. Eventually, I had no choice but to beg on the streets.”

Susant’s heart ached for her. He realized that the greed of her family had destroyed her life, but he also saw the love she still held for him. “Why didn’t you ever try to contact my family?” he asked softly.

Mala looked down, ashamed. “I felt unworthy. I didn’t think they would forgive me.”

As they talked late into the night, Susant’s feelings shifted. He saw the woman he once loved, not the beggar she had become. He was torn between anger for the past and compassion for her current plight. “I have a meeting in Mumbai tomorrow,” he said finally. “If you give me your address, I’ll come back to see you.”

Mala provided her address, and Susant left for Mumbai, but he couldn’t shake the thoughts of her from his mind. That night, he tossed and turned, contemplating the possibility of giving her another chance.

On the other side, Mala was also restless. She wondered if she was deserving of Susant’s kindness. The next day, Susant returned to Jaipur, eager to see her again. However, upon arriving at her address, he learned that Mala had gone back to Ganesha Square to beg.

Determined, Susant rushed to the square and spotted her among the crowd. “Mala, come with me,” he said, ushering her into his car. They drove to her small rented home, which was sparsely furnished and bore the marks of her struggles. On the wall hung their wedding picture, a poignant reminder of happier times.

“Why do you still have this?” Susant asked, pointing to the photo.

Mala’s eyes filled with tears. “I never wanted to divorce you. I kept this picture as a reminder of our love, hoping that one day things would change.”

Moved by her words, Susant felt a rush of compassion. “I understand now. Even though you made mistakes, your heart is still pure. I forgive you.”

Mala looked up, hope igniting in her eyes. “Do you really mean that?”

“Of course,” Susant replied. “My mother has missed you dearly. Would you like to speak with her?”

Mala nodded eagerly, and Susant called his mother, who was overjoyed to hear from her. Their conversation was emotional, filled with tears and apologies. Susant’s mother welcomed Mala back into the family, assuring her that she had always been loved.

“Come home with me,” Susant urged, and after a moment of hesitation, Mala agreed. As they drove back, Susant felt a sense of relief wash over him.

Upon arriving, Susant’s mother had arranged a warm welcome for Mala. They embraced, tears of joy mingling with sorrow. Susant’s mother reassured her, saying, “You have returned. Now everything will be fine.”

Later, Susant expressed his concerns about the 50 lakhs that Mala had taken. His mother responded wisely, “If a mistake made in the morning returns home in the evening, it is not a mistake. We all make errors; what matters is the intention behind them.”

With his mother’s encouragement, Susant decided to give Mala a small role in his business, allowing her to regain her independence and confidence. Slowly, Mala began to rebuild her life, and the couple rekindled their love, stronger than before.

This story serves as a powerful reminder that true value lies not in material wealth but in trust and love. The greed of Mala’s family had led her to despair, but Susant’s compassion and forgiveness offered her a second chance at life.

In the end, they learned that respect is defined not by one’s circumstances but by the goodness of their heart. Susant recognized Mala not for her past but for the person she had become. Together, they embarked on a new journey, filled with hope, love, and the promise of a brighter future.

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