My stepmother forced me to marry a rich but disabled man. On our wedding night, I lifted him up and put him on the bed; we fell… and I discovered a shocking truth.
My name is Aarohi Sharma, and I am 24 years old.
Since childhood, I have lived with my stepmother, a cold and pragmatic woman. For years, she repeated a single lesson to me, over and over:
“Daughter, never marry a poor man.”
“You don’t need love; what you need is a quiet and secure life.”
At the time, I thought it was just the advice of a woman who had suffered too much in life.
Until the day she forced me to marry a disabled man.
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.”…………………………..
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