I never imagined my life would twist into something so surreal after marrying Rajesh, the wealthy NRI from Mumbai who swept me off my feet despite my blindness. Our wedding was a lavish affair in Delhi, filled with the scents of happiness, his voice promising a world of security and love. But now, just weeks into our marriage, he insisted on this doctor's visit in his clinic abroad, saying it was routine for my health.
The air hummed with the smell of antiseptic as Rajesh guided my hand to the examination table, his fingers lingering reassuringly on mine. The doctor, Dr. Vikram, had a deep, velvety voice that sent odd shivers through me.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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