Intro. The crackling sound always came before the pain, a cruel warning that repeated itself like a macabre refrain in the girl's life. The hands that were supposed to offer affection carried the weight of uncontained bitterness, and each blow of the mother left not only physical marks, but deep scars on the soul. No one saw it, no one knew, until, in a twist worthy of impossible scripts, the watchful eyes of ghee , the tycoon at the head of a billionaire empire, crossed his path.
He took her out of that particular hell, an act of salvation that, to her, seemed like a miracle. But fate, or rather, Ghee's parents, had other plans. Gratitude had barely settled when the young woman found herself in a web of interests and obligations, forced to marry her savior. Ghee, a man of power and calculation, accepted the arrangement, but the coldness in his gaze was a silent promise: love, there, was a hollow word, empty of meaning in his heart. She was his wife, yes, but in an agreement where only the contract