Arvind Malhotra — a wealthy yet lonely billionaire — had become emotionally closed off ever since his beloved wife, Anaya, passed away. He lived a reclusive and cold life, focusing only on his business and shutting out everything else.

One weekend afternoon, as usual, Arvind visited the cemetery to pay his respects at Anaya’s grave. To his shock, he found a boy around 12 years old curled up asleep beside the gravestone. The boy was wearing tattered clothes, looked frail and exhausted, and clutched a worn-out bag as if it were his only possession.

Startled awake, the boy was frightened at first and tried to back away, but eventually admitted that he was an orphan with nowhere to go. His name was Kunal. His parents had died when he was very young, and he had been living on the streets ever since. Years ago, it was Anaya who had saved his life when he was gravely ill in the hospital, paying for his treatment and visiting him daily. To Kunal, she was like a second mother — the only person who had ever shown him love. With no one left and nowhere else to go, he had come to her grave seeking shelter and warmth… not knowing this visit would change his life forever.

That weekend afternoon, a light drizzle fell over the quiet cemetery in Lucknow. Arvind walked slowly along the stone path, holding a bouquet of white lilies. He had long since grown used to this loneliness, ever since Anaya had left him. Each weekend, he brought with him stories he never got to tell, and words of love left unspoken.

As he neared her grave, he suddenly froze. A small boy was lying curled up beside the gravestone, clutching a torn bag. He was thin, shivering, and his clothes were muddy and torn. The wind blew gently, making the boy tremble even more. Arvind approached gently, his voice deep but filled with authority:

“Hey kid, why are you sleeping here?”
The boy woke with a start, eyes wide in fear, and quickly backed away, wary and alert. After a long silence, he murmured softly:

“I… I have nowhere else to go.”

Looking closely, Arvind realized the boy’s face was vaguely familiar. The eyes, the expression — something about him reminded him of Anaya. A strange feeling stirred in his heart. After gentle persistence, the boy quietly told his story.

His name was Kunal. Orphaned young, he had been wandering the streets for years. A few years ago, when he had fallen seriously ill, it was Anaya who paid for his treatment and stayed by his side. To him, she was more than just a helper — she was the only person in his life who had ever cared. Now that she was gone, he had nowhere else to turn. He came to her grave hoping to feel close to her once more.

His words pierced through the frozen layers of Arvind’s heart like a sharp needle. After a long pause, Arvind sighed deeply. Perhaps, this was Anaya’s last gift to him — a fragile but brave young life in need of love. Without hesitation, Arvind decided to take Kunal home.

Bringing Kunal into the Malhotra estate caused quite a stir. Arvind had long been known for his strict and solitary lifestyle. The idea of him suddenly adopting a street child was shocking to those around him. The strongest opposition came from Arvind’s own son — Aryan Malhotra.

Aryan, who was studying abroad in the U.S., immediately flew back to India upon hearing the news.

“Who is this boy, really?” Aryan demanded, eyes sharp. “I don’t believe you’d just adopt a child for no reason.”
“I don’t need your belief,” Arvind replied calmly but firmly. “I’ve made my decision.”

Aryan scoffed, suspicion rising in his heart. Was this boy his father’s illegitimate child? Had Anaya betrayed the family? The thought made Aryan uneasy. He deliberately avoided Kunal, showing him no kindness.

But Kunal never complained. He understood he was a stranger in someone else’s world. He focused quietly on his studies, helped around the house, and found joy in one thing — drawing.

One day, Aryan accidentally saw one of Kunal’s sketches. It was a portrait of a smiling woman, eyes warm and gentle. Aryan’s breath caught in his throat — it was unmistakably his mother, Anaya.

“Why did you draw my mother?” Aryan asked, surprised.
Kunal hesitated before replying softly:
“Because I miss her. She was the only person who ever cared for me.”

In that moment, Aryan’s heart shifted. The boy had no hidden agenda. He was simply a child who had lost everything but still clung to love. From then on, Aryan began to warm up to him — taking him out, helping him with studies, and eventually seeing him as more than a foster brother — but as real family.

Encouraged by Arvind and Aryan, Kunal entered a national children’s art competition and won second prize. But on the very day of the award ceremony, disaster struck — Arvind collapsed due to a heart condition and was rushed to the hospital.

Aryan stood by Kunal that day, representing his father. As Kunal held the trophy, he wept. More than anything, he wished his father would recover and continue this journey with him.

Thankfully, Arvind’s surgery was successful. After recovering, he stepped down from his company to spend more time with his family.

At the age of 15, Kunal received a prestigious scholarship to study fine arts in New Delhi for two years. On the day of his departure, Arvind and Aryan went to see him off at the airport.

“Work hard and come back to us,” Arvind said, gently patting his head, his eyes filled with pride.
“Even if I go, my heart will always be here,” Kunal smiled and hugged Aryan tightly.

As the plane disappeared into the sky, Arvind felt a sense of peace. Somewhere far above, he imagined Anaya smiling too. He had once lost the one he loved most — but now, he had found a new family once again.