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He Threw His Wife Into the Cold While She Was in Labor — A Poor Hawker Saved Her, and 9 Years Later Fate Struck Back
The winter wind cut through the streets like a sharp blade. Snow lay in thick, uneven blankets over the city’s pavements. For most people, it was just another cold evening. But for Maria, it was a night that would change her life forever.
And she was alone.
A Moment of Betrayal
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
Just hours earlier, Maria’s husband, Victor, had been pacing angrily in their small apartment. Voices had risen, bitter as the December cold. Maria — already in the early stages of labor — had pleaded with him to help her to the hospital. She needed warmth, a cab, restraint, care.
But Victor saw only inconvenience. His pride flared, his patience vanished.
“He’s drinking again,” the neighbors later whispered.
Finally, in a fit of temper that stunned everyone who knew him, Victor did the unthinkable: he dragged Maria out of the apartment and threw her into the freezing street.
She fell into the icy night air, groaning with pain as the wind slapped her thin clothes. Snow crunched beneath her feet as she tried to stand — but every step was agony.
As Maria trembled between desperation and despair, a figure soon appeared — not a passerby in a warm coat, not a well‑meaning stranger in a taxi, but a poor hawker named Kishore.
He sold roasted chestnuts on the corner near the bus stop, his small cart his only livelihood. He wore just a thin sweater and had calloused hands — the kind of hands that spoke of years spent outdoors, battling the elements.
When he saw Maria struggling in the snow, clutching her belly, his face turned grave.
“Madam,” he called out, his voice urgent but calm, “come here. Quickly.”
Maria, barely able to stand, tried to speak but could do little more than gasp in pain. Somehow, Kishore managed to support her, lifting her gently and shielding her from the biting cold as best he could.
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