Bhopal Stories

"I will not marry a man who can't even walk properly!" Riya's voice echoed through the marble halls. Shruti stood in the shadows, her heart aching for the man being insulted-a man she had never met, but whose pain she could feel. Across the city, Atharv sat in his dark room, staring at his cane. He didn't want this marriage either. He didn't want someone's pity. But fate had already made its move.