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Though it seemed as if it was hard to go any faster than he was running already , somehow the man summoned a little more energy from somewhere and increased his pace a little bit more.
The urgent need to find a safe haven for his nine month old son, who he held in his arms was probably what made him dig a little deeper.
He turned to see how far back his pursuers were but saw noone.
Either they had taken a wrong turn somewhere or they had changed tactics as to how best to capture him.
"Please God, please God..."
The fervent prayer was to ask for him to just reach his destination.
As if in answer to his prayers, the door to the Catholic orphanage he was headed to opened and a young woman in a nun's habit came out.
He rushed up to her and thrust the child into her arms.
" Please sister, please help me. Some men are after me. They have killed my wife and are now after me and my child. Please protect him. I will be back for him if I survive. Don't let them take him. "
He took out a wad of cash from his pocket along with a gold locket and thrust them at the nun.
"Use this for his upkeep. If I don't make it, when he is grown up please give him this. It contains information of who he is."
The man then forcefully pushed the nun back through the door and closed it.
When the man thrust the child into her arms , the nun had been too stunned to respond or utter a single word.
She was about to open the door and call the man back when she heard pounding feet and shouting voices, that made her hesitate.
Maybe she should not go outside after all.
The man had seemed too agitated to be lying.
She walked over to the window and peeked outside from the corner of the curtain.
Sure enough armed gundas were running down the street obviously in hot pursuit of the mysterious man.
She feared for his life as she heard the triumphant cries of the gundas claiming to have located their target.
She looked down at the child in her arms.
Throughout it all the child had remained fast asleep and blissfully ignorant of all the excitement around him.
He seemed to smile in his sleep and she noticed the dimples.
Everything about him spoke of wealth.
From the beaded gold bracelets on his wrists to the romper he was wearing which bore the logo of a famous Italian designer.
Even his soft dewy skin spoke of major pampering and his chubby cheeks testified that he had never lacked a meal in his short life.
The nun wondered what she should do.
She closed her eyes in prayer seeking guidance from God when she heard the voice of the Mother Superior remonstrating with someone further inside the nunnery.
God sure did answer prayers.
She'd asked for a guidance from God and he had given her a solution.
She went to Mother Superior's office and explained what had happened.
The Mother Superior heard the young nun's tale and wondered who the man and child could be.
She was a softy at heart , but a pragmatist too.
She agreed to shelter the child only for ten days then report what had happened to the authorities.
Ten days became months without any action being taken and months became years until at seven years old a renowned and well respected businessman , Balwinder Pandey, appeared at the orphanage's door offering to adopt the child.
For them, this fortunate break was just testament to what they believed about the child.
The nuns had never named him but believed he was a blessed child.
So that's what they called him ; The Blessed One.
Kabhi Neem Neem Kabhi Shahad Shahad
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
