“Rich Pockets, Poor Hearts
What is wealth if the soul is poor?”
In a town divided not by distance but by fate, two men lived vastly different lives. On one side of the village stood a towering mansion, gleaming with golden tiles and wide windows. It belonged to Mr. Darian, a wealthy businessman who had earned his fortune through real estate and trade. His days were filled with meetings, fine dinners, and counting profits. He wore polished shoes, tailored suits, and was always accompanied by a sleek black car and a phone that never stopped ringing.
