RAJEEV MALHOTRA
I was supposed to marry Siddharth —the one who respected me, my family, and our place in the world. We were middle class, honest, and hopeful. My past with the Malhotras was already buried—an old wound from college where Rajeev Malhotra once pretended to love me as part of a cruel bet, only to abandon me when his family showed their true face. They saw us as servants, unworthy of their name. My father walked away with dignity, and I chose silence over humiliation. But fate was not done. On the day of my wedding, as the sacred pheras began, Rajeev Malhotra returned—not as a lover, but as a man consumed by obsession. With a gun in his hand and fury in his eyes, he shattered my wedding and forced a choice that was never truly a choice at all.
About RAJEEV MALHOTRA
I was supposed to marry Siddharth —the one who respected me, my family, and our place in the world. We were middle class, honest, and hopeful. My past with the Malhotras was already buried—an old wound from college where Rajeev Malhotra once pretended to love me as part of a cruel bet, only to abandon me when his family showed their true face. T...Read more