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Chapter 1 – The Girl Who Wasn't Impressed
ArnaavSinghania ke paas sab kuch tha.
Paise. Power. Position.
Mumbai ke sabse bade business tycoon ka beta, luxury cars, sea-facing bungalow, branded suits — duniya ki har cheez uske liye sirf ek swipe door thi.
Lekin ek cheez thi jo uske paas kabhi nahi thi…
Sukoon.
Log usse respect nahi, darr se dekhte the.
Dosti nahi, faayde ke liye paas aate the.
Aur Arnav ko bhi kisi ki parwah nahi thi.
"Emotions are weakness," woh hamesha kehta tha.
Ek din uski car traffic signal par ruki.
Baarish ho rahi thi.
Road ke kone par ek ladki chhoti si stall par chai bech rahi thi.
Geeli mitti ki khushboo hawa me thi.
Us ladki ka naam tha — khushi
Simple salwar suit, aankhon me ajeeb si roshni, chehre par muskaan… jaise zindagi ne use toda nahi, mazboot banaya ho.
Arnav ne bas waqt kaatne ke liye car ka window niche kiya.
"Ek chai," usne casually kaha.
Meher ne chai di.
"20 rupaye."
Armaan hansa. Usne 500 ka note nikala.
"Keep the change."
Khushi ne note wapas kar diya.
"Sir, main bheek nahi leti. 20 rupaye hi dijiye."
Arnav shock ho gaya.
Zindagi me pehli baar kisi ne uske paise thukra diye the.
"Tum jaanti ho main kaun hoon?" usne thodi akad me pucha.
Khushi ne seedha jawab diya,
"Shayad koi amir aadmi. Par chai sab ke liye ek jaisi hoti hai."
Signal green ho gaya.
Par Arnav ke andar kuch red ho chuka tha.
Agla din.
Arnav ne jaan-bujhkar wahi route liya.
Phir chai li.
Phir baat shuru hui.
Pata chala Meher apni padhai khud karti hai, subah college, shaam stall.
Apne chhote bhai ki fees bharne ke liye kaam karti hai.
"Tum itni mehnat kyun karti ho?" Arnav ne poocha.
Khushi muskuraayi.
"Kyuki main kisi aur par depend nahi rehna chahti."
Ye lafz Arnav ke dil me chubh gaye.
Woh jo har cheez papa ke naam se paata tha…
aur ek ye ladki jo khud apni duniya bana rahi thi.
Ek din Arnav ne dekha kuch local gunde khushi ko pareshan kar rahe the.
Is baar Arnav ne sirf dekha nahi.
Woh car se utar gaya.
"Problem kya huski awaaz thandi thi, par aankhen gusse se bhari.
Gunde usepehchan gaye.
Do minute me sab bhaag gaye.
Khushi ne seedha kaha,
"Mujhe kisi hero ki zarurat nahi."
Arnav ko ajeeb laga.
"Main help kar raha tha."
"Help aur ehsaan me farq hota hai," khushi ne jawab diya.
Us raat Arnav ne pehli baar apne aap se sawal kiya.
Kya woh sirf paise se logon ko impress karta raha?
Dheere-dheere Arnav badalne laga.
Office me employees par chillana kam kar diya.
Drivers ko naam se bulana shuru kiya.
Ghar me pehli baar maa ke saath dinner table par baitha.
Sabko shock laga.
"Ye sab us ladki ki wajah se hai?" uske dost ne mazaak me kaha.
Arnav ne kuch nahi bola.
Par shayad jawab haan tha.
Ek shaam baarish phir se ho rahi thi.
Arnav stall par aaya.
Khushi ne dekha… par is baar uski aankhon me halka sa dard tha.
"Kal se main yahan nahi rahungi," khushi ne kaha.
"Ky… kyun?" Arnav ne pehli baar ghabrahat mehsoos ki.
"Scholarship mil gayi hai. Delhi shift ho rahi hoon."
Arnnav chup ho gaya.
Usne kabhi kisi ke jaane se darr mehsoos nahi kiya tha.
Par aaj… dil bhaari tha.
"Tum wapas aaogi?" usne dheere se poocha.
Khushi muskuraayi.
"Zindagi me agar raaste milte hain, to log bhi mil jaate hain."
Agli subah stall khaali tha.
Arnav ne us jagah khade hokar mehsoos kiya —
Paise se ghar kharida ja sakta hai…
par apnapan nahi.
Usne apni company ka ek naya project start kiya —
Underprivileged students ke liye scholarship program.
Naam rakha — "arnav Foundation."
Log hairaan the.
"Arnav Singhania change ho gaya hai," media ne likha.
Par sach ye tha…
Ek simple ladki ne use sikhaya tha
ki asli amiri bank balance me nahi,
insaaniyat me hoti hai.
Saalon baad, ek award function me
Arnav stage par tha.
Tabhi saamne se ek awaaz aayi —
"Chai 20 rupaye ki hi hoti hai."
Woh mudha.
Khushi khadi thi.
Is baar dono barabar the.
Arnav muskuraaya.
"Par tip dene ka mann ho to?" usne halka sa mazaak kiya.
Khushi ne jawab diya,
"Tip nahi… saath chahiye."
Aur shayad us din,
ek amir ladka sirf paison se nahi,
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