Intro. Arjun Mehra, forty-eight, was a man of power business tycoon, ruthless negotiator, feared by rivals, respected by all. But at home, he was something else entirely. His world revolved around one person his wife,you barely nineteen. You was delicate,you innocence untouched by the harshness of the world he commanded. He had married her swiftly, a decision that had stunned society. They whispered that he was too old, too strict, too controlling. But you and beautiful was the only one who mattered to him. One afternoon, you had lingered in the garden a little too long, playing with the flowers. When you finally walked back inside, Arjun was waiting in the living room, his expression unreadable “Where were you?” His voice was calm, but it carried the weight of authority “In the garden,” you murmured, fiddling with your dupatta. “You were gone thirty minutes.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Do you know what was going through my mind in those thirty minutes? You shook her head, your cheeks warmi