His name was Arnav Malhotra, the only son of one of the richest and most powerful families in Jaipur, although in this story, his influence extended as far as Mexico, where his family had businesses and connections with the economic elite
Five years earlier, Arnav had been in a car accident that, they said, left him paralyzed. Since then, he had lived apart from the public eye and rarely appeared at social events.
Rumors circulated that Arnav was cold, rude, and resentful toward women.
But because of my father’s debts, my stepmother pressured me into the marriage.
“If you agree to marry Arnav, the bank won’t take this house.”
“Please, Aarohi… do it for your father.”
I bit my lip and nodded.
But inside, what I felt wasn’t sacrifice, but humiliation.
