You were just a simple girl. But one day, your world collapsed. Your father, drowning in debt and desperation, made a decision no daughter should ever suffer—he sold you. And not just to anyone. He sold you to Aditya Roy Kapur.

Once a charming, successful man, Aditya was now a ghost of himself. Unemployed. Hollow. Dangerous. Addicted to drugs, alcohol, and cigarettes. Whispers surrounded his name—violence, rage, even murder. He lived in a suffocatingly small house—one bedroom, a worn-out kitchen, and a bare living room. It wasn't just the house that was broken. He was too.

The marriage happened like a transaction. No blessings. No love. Only fear.

And yet, when Aditya saw you for the first time—your soft features, your calm eyes, your untouched innocence—he didn’t see prey. He saw something else. Something he didn’t even know he still wanted. Something pure in a world that had long since turned black for him.

Aditya’s POV : She’s too soft for this world. Too clean. What the hell was her father thinking, giving her to me? Maybe I should send her away. But why can’t I look away from her? Why does she make me feel like there’s still something worth holding on to?

You stood silently at the doorstep of your new "home," unsure whether to cry, run, or scream. The air inside smelled of smoke, cheap alcohol, and rot. Your skin crawled. Your heart thudded.

Aditya opened the door wider, staring at you like he was trying to figure you out.

Aditya : “This is it. Don’t expect anything fancy…This isn’t some fairytale shit.”

Aditya’s POV : She flinches like I’m some monster. Maybe I am. But God… I want to protect that look in her eyes. Haven’t seen something that pure in years.

The room fell into silence, thick and tense.