Few weeks later

Daksh's health was better now as Myra took care of him well.

One afternoon, Daksh was sitting in the cabin of his old friend Dr. Sanjeev.

Sanjeev had been Daksh’s friend for many years.

They were discussing something serious.

Daksh sighed deeply.

“I’m worried about Myra.”

Sanjeev looked up from the reports.

“Myra? That girl can handle the entire world if she wants.”

Daksh shook his head slightly.

“Yes, she is strong… but she handles everything alone.”

Sanjeev leaned back in his chair.

“Daksh, even the strongest people need someone beside them.”

Daksh frowned slightly.

“What do you mean?”

Sanjeev smiled knowingly.

“She needs a partner… someone who understands her and stands beside her.”

Daksh understood what he meant.

Marriage.

But Daksh wasn’t someone who made such decisions quickly.

“I need some clarity,” he said quietly.

Sanjeev nodded.

“Take your time. But think about it.”

Daksh left the cabin lost in thought.

Whenever he felt confused or restless, there was one place he always visited.

The temple.

That evening, Daksh reached the temple.

But today it was unusually crowded. Devotees filled the courtyard, bells rang loudly, and prayers echoed in the air.

Daksh slowly walked inside.

Suddenly, something caught his attention.

In one corner of the courtyard, a few men had surrounded a young girl.

She looked around fifteen or sixteen years old.

The men were laughing shamelessly and trying to touch her inappropriately.

The girl looked terrified.

Daksh’s blood boiled instantly.

“How dare they…” he muttered angrily.

He stepped forward to stop them.

But before he could reach them—

Someone else arrived.

A tall young man rushed forward and grabbed one of the men by the collar.

Within seconds—

THUD!

His fist crashed into the man’s face.

Another punch followed.

Then another.

The men tried to fight back, but the young man was furious. He beat them mercilessly until they fell to the ground.

“Shameless people!” he shouted angrily. “Don’t you have any shame harassing a girl in a temple?”

The frightened girl quickly ran behind him for protection.

“Rudra bhaiya…” she said tearfully.

Daksh heard the name clearly.

“Rudra…” he murmured softly.

He watched the young man carefully.

There was something powerful about him.

Not just strength… but courage and responsibility.

Rudra checked if the girl was alright.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently.

She nodded nervously.

“Thank you, bhaiya… I was so scared.”

“Don’t worry,” Rudra said firmly. “If anyone troubles you again, tell me.

She was the daughter of his neighbor.

Daksh continued watching them thoughtfully.

Later that night, Daksh sat in his study at home.

The room was silent as he thought about what he had seen at the temple.

A knock came on the door.

His assistant entered with a file.

“Sir, the information you asked for.”

Daksh gestured for him to continue.

The assistant opened the file.

“His name is Rudra. People say he is a very decent man.”

Daksh listened quietly.

“But he carries a huge debt on his shoulders.”

Daksh frowned slightly.

“Debt?”

“Yes, sir. His parents took a big loan before they died. Since then, Rudra has been working very hard to repay it.”

The assistant continued.

“He does different jobs daily… whatever work he can find.”

Daksh remained silent.

“And he also has a younger sister,” the assistant added. “She lives in a hostel. Rudra is paying for her education and making sure she studies well.”

Daksh leaned back in his chair.

The image of Rudra protecting that girl returned to his mind.

A man who respected women.

A man who protected others without thinking twice.

A man who carried responsibilities quietly.

Daksh slowly whispered the name again.

“Rudra…”

A strange thought began forming in his mind.

Maybe…

Just maybe…

This man could be the person Sanjeev was talking about.

The person who might understand Myra.

And perhaps…

Change her life forever.

Daksh closed the file slowly.

The name Rudra kept echoing in his mind.

A man carrying such a heavy burden… yet protecting others without hesitation.

Daksh looked at his assistant.

“Find out where he lives.”

The assistant nodded immediately.

“Yes, sir.”

The next day, Daksh’s car stopped in a narrow lane of a modest neighborhood.

It was very different from the luxurious world Daksh lived in.

Small houses stood close together, children played in the street, and shopkeepers called out to customers.

Daksh stepped out of the car.

He walked toward the address his assistant had given him.

But before he could reach the house, loud voices echoed from inside.

“RUDRA!”

“Stop fooling us!”

Daksh stopped near the gate.

A group of men stood in front of the small house, shouting angrily.

In front of them stood Rudra.

He looked calm but tired.

“Please listen,” Rudra said firmly but respectfully. “Only two installments are left. I’ve already paid most of loan.

The tension in the air was heavy.

“Either pay today… or forget this house!” one of the creditors shouted angrily.

Rudra clenched his fists but kept his voice steady.

“I told you already,” he said firmly. “Only two installments are left. I will repay everything soon.”

One of the men laughed mockingly.

“We’ve heard this many times.”

Another man stepped forward.

“If you can’t pay, then get ready to leave this house.”

Just then—

A calm but powerful voice came from behind them.

“How much money is left?”

Everyone turned toward the gate.

Daksh Singhania stood there, composed and confident.

The creditors looked at him suspiciously.

“Who are you?” one of them asked.

Daksh stepped closer.

“That doesn’t matter right now,” he said calmly. “Tell me the remaining amount.”

One of the men hesitated before replying.

“Two installments… around three lakhs.”

Daksh nodded slightly. He took out his phone and called his assistant.

“Transfer three lakhs to the account I’m sending you,” he said.

Within moments, the creditor’s phone beeped.

He checked the message and looked surprised.

“The payment is done.”

The men exchanged glances.

“Well… our money is received,” one of them muttered.

“Let’s go.”

Within seconds, the group left the house.

Silence filled the courtyard.

Rudra looked at Daksh, confused and slightly uncomfortable.

“Why did you do that?” he asked.

Daksh studied him quietly before answering.

“I didn’t like the way they were talking to you.”

Rudra shook his head.

“You shouldn’t have paid for me.”

Daksh replied calmly, “You said you would pay the remaining installments anyway.”

“That’s not the point,” Rudra said seriously. “I don’t take favors from strangers.”

Daksh’s expression softened slightly.

“I’m not a stranger.”

Rudra frowned.

Daksh continued.

“I saw you yesterday in the temple.”

Rudra looked surprised.

“You were the one who stopped those men.”

For a moment, Rudra stayed silent.

“That was nothing,” he said finally. “Anyone should have done that.”

Daksh shook his head.

“No. Many people saw it… but only you stepped forward.”

He paused before speaking again.

“You protected that girl without thinking about trouble.”

Rudra looked away slightly.

“She’s a neighbor’s daughter,” he said quietly. “If something had happened to her, how would I face her parents?”

Daksh nodded slowly.

Then he spoke again.

“I also heard about your situation.”

Rudra looked at him again.

“My situation?”

“Yes,” Daksh said. “The loan your parents left behind. And how you are working day and night to repay it.”

Rudra didn’t deny it.

Daksh continued calmly.

“And your sister… who studies in a hostel.”

A small change appeared in Rudra’s expression.

Daksh’s voice became gentler.

“Not everyone carries responsibilities like that without complaining.”

Rudra took a deep breath.

“I’m just doing what I have to do.”

Daksh watched him for a moment before speaking again.

“I have a daughter.”

Rudra looked slightly confused but listened.

“She is strong… independent… and very stubborn,” Daksh said with a faint smile.

“But she has lived her whole life surrounded by power and wealth.”

Rudra stayed silent.

Daksh then spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully.

“I want a good man beside her. Someone who understands responsibility, respect, and dignity.”

Rudra frowned slightly.

“I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”

Daksh looked directly at him.

“I want you to marry my daughter.”

The words hung heavily in the air.

Rudra stared at him in shock.

“You’re serious?” he asked.

Daksh nodded calmly.

“Yes.”

Rudra shook his head immediately.

“You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough,” Daksh replied.

He gestured toward the street where the creditors had stood earlier.

“A man who stands strong in difficult situations… a man who protects others… and a man who keeps his promises.”

Daksh looked at him steadily.

“That is the kind of man I want as my daughter’s husband.”

Rudra remained silent for a long moment.

Then he spoke quietly.

“My life is not easy.”

“I know,” Daksh said.

“I still have responsibilities,” Rudra continued.

Daksh nodded again.

“And I’m not interested in your money or status,” Rudra added firmly.

Daksh almost smiled.

“That is exactly why I came here.”

Silence filled the courtyard again.

Daksh then said calmly,

“Think about it. I’m not asking for an answer today.”

He turned toward the gate.

“But remember one thing, Rudra…”

Rudra looked at him.

“I’m not offering you money or a deal.”

Daksh’s voice was steady.

“I’m asking you to become part of my family.”

With that, Daksh walked toward his car and left.

Rudra stood in the courtyard, watching the car disappear down the street.

His mind was filled with questions.

And somewhere far away, Myra Singhania had no idea that her father had just taken the first step toward changing her future forever.