A Life Raised on Harsh Rules
My stepmother f.orced me to marry a wealthy but disa.bled master. On our wedding night, I lifted him toward the bed, and when we fell, I uncovered a truth that stunned me.
I am Ananya, 24 years old. I was raised by my stepmother, a woman who lived by harsh logic and little affection.
She often told me only one philosophy.
“Daughter, avoid poor men. Love won’t feed you, stability will.”
At the time, I thought it was cruel advice — but practical.
I believed she simply wanted a secure life for me, until she demanded I wed a disa.bled man.
The Marriage I Never Chose
His name, Rohan, heir to one of Shivani’s most influential and wealthy families.
He had suffered a terrible ac:ci:dent five years ago, leaving him “paralyzed.” Since then, he withdrew from society.
Rumors painted him as icy, temperamental, and distrustful of women.
But for the sake of my father’s debts, my stepmother persuaded me to marry him.
“If you marry Rohan, the house will not be taken. Please do it for your mother.”
Those words cornered me.
I agreed, though humiliation sat heavy in my chest.
A Wedding of Gold and Silence
The wedding was a lavish event in a grand old palace.
My red and gold saree sparkled, but my spirit felt dull.
Rohan sat motionless in his wheelchair, expression unforgiving.
He didn’t greet me, only watched with shadowed eyes.
Guests whispered. Cameras flashed. Music echoed.
And yet, I felt utterly alone.
The First Night Behind Closed Doors
That night, I stepped inside our room, heart pounding.
He was still in his wheelchair, candlelight outlining his handsome but severe face.
“Let me help you onto the bed,” I whispered.
He replied calmly, “No. I can do it myself.”
His voice was steady — too steady.
But when he tried, he nearly tipped.
I quickly moved to support him.
“Wait!”
The Fall That Changed Everything
We tumbled together, the fall echoing loudly.
I ended up on top of him, cheeks burning.
Time seemed to stop.
And in that instant, I realized something unbelievable.
