Ek chhote se gaon main, Meadowridge ka naam hai, Ek purane chamatkari talwar ki kahani hai, Jisme sachai ki ek chabi hai. Ek din, Emily ne mil li chabi, Apni daadi ke atic main khelte khelte, Jab usne chabi ko haath lagaya, Use ek ajeeb garmi hui aur zimmedari ka ehsaas hua.

Yeh chabi sachai ke raaz ko kholegi, Is ke saath Emily ne safar ki shuruat ki, Jungle ke jadui pedd se guzarte huye, Khatarnak pahadon par aur ek bhooli hui qile ke bheetar. Safar ke dauraan, Emily ne jo bhi vyakti mile, Un sab ke paas apne raaz the, Har kisi ke man mein tha koi ichha aur chhupa ek raaz, Sabki madad ke liye Emily ko hona tha himmat aur sahas.

Jab Emily ne chabi ka istemal kiya, Usne jhooth ki duniya ko dekha, Sachai kadvi ho sakti hai, par woh bhi aapko aaram dila sakti hai, Apne sangharshon ke jariye Emily ko mili asli taqat. Emily ke safar mein bharam bhara jaaal tha, Usne kathin chunautiyon ka saamna kiya, Jahan uski shaurya aur imaandari ko parakh liya gaya, Uski sahas aur asmita ki pariksha li gayi.

Sachai ki talash mein Emily ke liye safar na tha asaan, Par hamesha satya ka daman tha uske haath main, Use saath nibhane ke liye Emily ne hona tha taiyar, Aur dikhayi dena tha uska vishvas aur nyay ke liye pyaar. Is kahani mein ek baat hai jo sadaiv yaad rahe, Sachai ka keemat hota hai bahut mahanga, Sach bolna hamare liye mushkil ho sakta hai, Par woh bandhanon ko mazboot kar sakta hai.

To chaliye hum bane ek Emily aur dhoondhein, Sachai ke raaz ko aur manzilon tak aayein, Safar mein Ekta, Imaan aur Siddhi ke sang, Sachai ka sangharsh jeetayen aur badhayein.