Chandini. My wife, who is now no more. I am Jai Devvanshi, the zamindaar of this village. Ten years ago, our marriage got happened by arranged marriage, and we were unknown to each other. But after our married, slowly, we somehow started sharing our emotions, little convo, and then brick by brick our relationship got strong with passing years. We fall in love, profoundly. We soon got a stable life. A happy family. My one son. Financially independent too. Everything was perfect. Like a dream. But it lasted only 5 yrs. Just after 5 yrs of my marriage, she got died. Now I am all alone. Broke. Depressed. Angry. Anxious. Without her my each day passed in vain. Misery. Frustration. Her memories always ache in my heart. Now I have only one son to love. But I don't know how to pamper him like mother? Will I able to give him mother love as being father? How can I even control my zamindaar power over village, when day by day I am becoming hollow inside? How can I again forget those lovely moments of our love and say now it's my journey. A new life. It's not easy. So, I hired a new caretaker of my son, Rajey.

In the world where beauty is being admired, I was born in my father's kingdom as dark. Surely, beauty has been praised by many poets, writers, but ugliness - never! Now, I have turned eighteen years old and according to my father it is a perfect age to get married. Nobody asked my consent. Cause a black lady should be happy that she is even getting married....questioning and choosing is meant for beautiful ones. One day, I get to know by a maid that my marriage is going to happen with a sixty years old king who is very wealthy. At that moment, I decided, it's better to die than to marry in a hell where I was going to be used as an object. But... I had a plan to escape this hell.

....A son of powerful, wealthy Sarpanch. I belong to a wealthy rich family who live in this village that is the largest one in this whole empire of Ujjain. A family that should be my love, warmth, and comfort ; but nothing like that here exist. I'm Chandra Singh Rathore, the elder brother whose marriage happened after all three younger brothers. You know why? Cause my legs have paralysis and I can't walk in my whole lifetime. Guilt. Anger. Depression. Everything has been subsided in me since childhood. I am a weak man. Very weak man who doesn't even have a true dignity in society. Sitting over the charpai of our house outside the courtyard, I think - today is my wedding night with my wife- Mohini. But the question is, how will I would make her satisfied? How will I make the satisfaction of her sex desires? A man who can't even walk, how will he protect her wife? The last question is : the marriage in which neither I give consent nor she will work? How can a forced marriage work? Mature || 18+