My stepmother forced me to marry a rich but dis@bled man
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 S:HOCKING 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 one lesson to me:
“Daughter, never marry a poor man.”
“You don’t need love; what you need is a quiet and secure life.”
At the time, I believed it was simply advice from 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. 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 a:ccident that, according to everyone, left him paralyzed. Since then, he had lived away from public attention and rarely appeared at social events.
Rumors said 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 was not sacrifice, but humiliation.
The wedding was a lavish affair at an old colonial hacienda restored like a palace in the heart of Mexico. I wore a deep red sari embroidered with gold, but my heart was empty.
The groom sat in a wheelchair, his face cold as marble. He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak.
His eyes remained fixed on me, deep and mysterious.
The wedding night.
I entered the room nervously. He was still there, sitting in his wheelchair, candlelight casting shadows across his handsome yet stern face.
“Let me help you lie down,” I said, my voice trembling.
He pressed his lips together slightly.
“It’s not necessary. I can do it myself.”
I stepped back, but then I saw his body shudder.
I rushed toward him instinctively.
“Watch out!”
But we both fell to the floor.
The thud echoed through the silent room.
I landed on top of him, my face burning with embarrassment.
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