Raja's father, Karim, was a loyal servant in the mansion of Khan Saheb, a ruthless and arrogant landlord. For years, Karim endured humiliation, endless labor, and merciless abuse—only to secure two meals a day for his family. Khan Saheb treated him worse than an animal, making him work day and night without rest. If Karim ever slowed down, even for a moment, Khan Saheb would lash out in rage, kicking him, cursing him, and sometimes even striking him with his cane.

"You're nothing but a slave! You should be grateful I even let you eat!" Khan Saheb would spit out these words whenever Karim begged for mercy.

One day, Khan Saheb accused Karim of stealing a silver bracelet that had gone missing. Though Karim swore on his life that he was innocent, his words fell on deaf ears. In front of all the other servants, Khan Saheb ordered his men to beat Karim brutally. The old servant's frail body could not withstand the torture. He collapsed on the ground, coughing blood, his breath growing weaker. Within a few days, Karim succumbed to his injuries and passed away—leaving behind his young son, Raja, and his helpless wife, Amina.

At the time of his father's death, Raja was just a little boy. With no home, no income, and no support, Amina took her son and wandered from village to village, knocking on doors, begging for shelter and food.

"Please, have mercy! My child is starving," she would plead.

Some turned them away with disgust, while others offered nothing more than pitying looks. A few would throw scraps at them as if they were feeding stray dogs.

"A widow and a beggar's son? They are a burden to society," people would whisper.

Despite the rejections and insults, Amina refused to give up. She worked as a maid in different houses, cleaning floors and washing dishes just to earn a handful of rice for her son. Raja, too, grew up facing cruelty and mockery. Other children, dressed in fine clothes, would refuse to play with him.

"You're the son of a dead servant! Stay away from us!" they would sneer.

Raja clenched his fists, his heart burning with silent rage. He swore to himself—one day, he would prove them all wrong. One day, no one would dare look down on him.

Years passed, and Raja grew into a determined young man. He took up small jobs, working tirelessly, saving every penny, and educating himself. Through intelligence, hard work, and sheer resilience, he built his own business empire. From a poor beggar's son, he transformed into a respected businessman—no longer just Raja, but Raja Saheb.

Wealth, power, and influence now lay in his hands. People who once mocked him now bowed before him. Those who refused to help his mother now eagerly sought his favor. But Raja never forgot his past. He never forgot the pain of hunger, the sting of humiliation, or the cruelty of Khan Saheb

One day, news spread that Raja Saheb was getting married. The bride was none other than Khan Saheb's daughter, a beautiful and well-bred young woman. Khan Saheb, now old and frail, felt honored that such a wealthy and influential man had chosen his daughter. He had no idea about Raja's true identity.