"Rudraksh Oberoi: A Tale of Power, Redemption, and Fatherhood"

Chapter 1

The rain pelted down in thick sheets, blurring the world outside the car windows. Inside, the atmosphere was warmer, softer-a small bubble of light and laughter amidst the storm. Roohi Mehra, a lively five-year-old with a head full of dark curls, sat in her car seat, her tiny legs swinging to the rhythm of a song she loved.

"Let it go, let it go..." she sang, her voice a sweet echo of the Disney movie that had captured her young heart. Her mother, Roshni Mehra, glanced at her through the rearview mirror, a soft smile curving her lips.

"We're almost home, baby," Roshni said, her voice filled with the warmth of a long day finally nearing its end. Her eyes returned to the road, but the smile remained as she listened to her daughter's joyous singing.

Roohi's focus was entirely on the song, the words spilling from her lips with the uninhibited enthusiasm only a child could muster. She didn't notice the way her mother's grip tightened slightly on the steering wheel as the rain intensified, or how the car ahead seemed to flicker in and out of view through the downpour.

But in an instant, everything changed. Out of nowhere, the blinding headlights of a truck appeared, its tires skidding on the slick road. There was a deafening crash, metal against metal, glass shattering. The world spun around Roohi, her song cut off by a scream that echoed in her ears. Everything became a blur-sounds, sights, even her own thoughts, all swallowed by a sudden, overwhelming fear.

"Mama! Mama!" Roohi's cries pierced through the chaos, her small hands reaching out, desperately searching for her mother. But Roshni didn't answer. She couldn't. The gentle warmth that had filled the car was replaced by cold, harsh reality.

Through the haze of confusion and pain, Roohi felt herself being lifted. Strong arms pulled her from the wreckage, cradling her as if she were the most fragile thing in the world. She could hear the wail of sirens in the distance, the blue and red lights reflecting off the rain-soaked ground.

"Emergency. We need an ambulance here, right now!" a man's voice shouted, urgency lacing his words.

Roohi's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurred by tears. A woman was holding her, speaking softly, though Roohi couldn't make out the words. All she knew was that her mother wasn't there to comfort her. The warmth that had been her world was gone.

She was alone.

And as the rain continued to fall, mingling with her tears, the little girl's heart ached with a loss she couldn't yet fully understand. The only thing she knew for certain was that nothing would ever be the same again.