Arranged by fate

Some homes are loud with love. Others are loud with everything love was supposed to keep out.
Sadhana Kumar grew up in the second kind.
At work, she is the one who stays back until the numbers tie out to the last rupee. At home, she is the one who stays awake until the shouting ties out to silence. She has spent twenty-seven years being the person who holds things together - and has never once been asked what holds her together.
This is the story of a woman who is about to be handed, in the same breath, a wedding proposal and a lesson in exactly how invisible she has become. And of a man who has spent his own life learning that trust is the most expensive thing you can give someone.
Two people, closed for very different reasons, about to be handed a key to each other.
This is not, at its heart, a story about being rescued. Sadhana does not need saving - she has been holding a family together with her bare hands since she was a teenager, and she will walk into her marriage the same way she has walked into every room in her life: quietly, carefully, and completely underestimated by everyone standing in it. What she needs is not a hero. What she needs is for someone, finally, to notice the arithmetic she has been doing correctly all along.