Deceiving his mother into taking her to the doctor, the son sent her straight to a nursing home and then took over all three of their homes. A month later, they received a shocking news…
Mrs. Lakshmi Devi has turned 72 this year. His hair has turned white, his body is thin, but his voice is still clear. Everyone in Maynila old neighbourhood respects him. After her husband’s premature death, she single-handedly raised two children. His life was spent toiling in the Chandni Chowk market, where he saved every penny to buy three houses in the street.

Her son, Arjun Kumar, is the one she has the highest hopes for. When he was younger, he was a good student, but could not pass the university entrance exam; She still loved him, helped him get a job as a bank security guard, and that’s where she met his wife. Since marriage, Arjun rarely met his mother, but whenever they met, he always used to say lovingly:

“Don’t worry about anything, what’s yours is mine, I’ll take care of it when you’re old.”

Mrs. Lakshmi was happy to hear this. Sometimes, when her daughter-in-law was rude, she would tolerate him. She just wanted her children and grandchildren to live in peace and not quarrel. She rented out three houses to Arjun and his wife, earning him more than Rs 1.5 lakh a month, enough to eat and survive comfortably.

One day Arjun called his mother, her voice full of concern:

Mom, you often have back pain these days, I should make an appointment for a general check-up. After the check-up, you can stay here for a few days and recover.

Mrs. Lakshmi was very happy to see her son’s concern. The next morning, his son drove there. On the way, she kept asking:

“Honey, what hospital is this?”

“It’s close to home, Mom, this place is very good for treatment.

The car stopped in front of a large gate. She saw the board of “Surya Niwas – Senior Nursing Centre” and her heart beat faster. She turned to her son tremblingly…
This is not a hospital…

“Mom, wait here for a few days, I’m too busy to take care of you. I’ve paid the bill, don’t worry.

Saying this, Arjun signed the accommodation papers, handed his bag to the nurse and turned away. Mrs. Lakshmi fell on the stone bench. He had suffered a lot in life, but he never thought that his beloved son would leave him in the end.

Three days later, he received a call from his neighbor:

You know, they have rented out the house you are living in. The other shop is a shop, and the couple went to live in the biggest store, and told everyone, “This is your house, I’m in a nursing home.” ”

Mrs. Lakshmi smiled sadly. That night, she sat down to rewrite her will. Actually, before his son took him away, he had a plan. Ten years ago, he had rescued an abandoned girl near Old Maynila station, nurtured her and sent her to study abroad in the US. The girl’s name was Ananya Mehta, and now she had become successful while working as a director in an import-export company.

A month later, the Surya residence was rocked when a convoy of luxury cars arrived to pick up Mrs. Lakshmi. The suit-clad woman came down and bowed to him:

Mom, I’m going to bring you to America. From now on, you will be with me, no one has the right to cause you any more trouble.

She was Ananya. She came back to India this time not only to pick up her adoptive mother, but also to take care of the estate. Because Mrs. Lakshmi had made a will to transfer all three houses to her name, with the condition: Ananya will take care of them for the rest of her life.

On the same day, Ananya hired a lawyer to intervene. He asked the court to order sealing of all immovable property, forfeiture of title deeds and filing of a case of cheating and property grabbing against Arjun. Arjun’s face turned pale as he received the summons. He wept and said:

“Mom, I made a mistake, please withdraw the case for me.

Mrs. Lakshmi heard her son’s voice and her heart sank. But he simply said:
“Mother is old, but I am not stupid.” Mothers forgive, but the law does not forgive. You’ve done it, you’re going to have to suffer.

The day she left Delhi’s Indira Gandhi Airport, Laxmi was sitting on a wheelchair and Ananya was pushing her. He looked at his city for the last time. She wasn’t angry, she wasn’t blaming anyone, she was just regretting. Sadly, after a lifetime of hardship, he had to ask strangers to take responsibility for his funeral. But at least he had a child who truly loved him – even if he wasn’t a blood relative. On the other side of the sky was a new home waiting, where love, not blood relations, would determine who family was.