The big wooden door closed with a loud thud. Priya stood in the middle of the room, her heart beating rapidly. She was twenty years old, and now she was the wife of Arjun Singhani, a very rich businessman who was sixteen years older than her. The bedroom in the haveli glowed beneath soft golden lights. The heavy red dress weighed on her and felt uncomfortable. Priya felt nervous, scared, and deeply angry with her parents, who had made her marry Arjun Singhani, a man she did not know well.

Arjun secured the latch on the door and turned around. He was very tall and looked powerful in the cream-colored sherwani he was wearing. He walked toward her and stopped close to her, his expression revealing his desire.