I hadn’t even completed deleting my makeup when my father-in-law banged the door. In that luxurious 5-star hotel room, everything unexpectedly felt cold and suffocating. He did not glance at me.
I just slipped a wad of cash into my hand—ten $100 bills—and sputtered:
“If you want to live, leave right now.
Tonight.”
I froze. My heart felt like it had been splashed with icy water.
My name is Anjali, and I’m a 26-year-old accountant with a construction firm in Delhi. I met Raghav, my husband, at a corporate partnership conference for our firms.
Raghav is three years older, a young, gorgeous, and charming CEO and the sole son of a wealthy and well-known Lucknow family.
Our romance progressed swiftly. Within six months, he had proposed. My family is normal.
My parents are retired government clerks.
When Raghav asked for my hand, my mother cried with joy, and even my severe father gave his approval. I’d always been the obedient daughter, never thinking I’d make the wrong decision.
The wedding was lavish, hosted in one of Delhi’s best hotels. Everyone praised me for “marrying rich.” But I was not marrying him for money.
He made me feel safe.
Until the wedding night.
My father-in-law — Mr. Rajendra Mehta — was a quiet, reserved man. From the first time we met, I’d felt he didn’t like me.
But never did I think he’d say something like that — on the night of his son’s wedding.
“I… I don’t understand. What do you mean, uncle?” I shouted, still in sh0ck.
He tightened his grip on my hand and muttered like someone frightened of being overheard:
“Don’t ask questions. The moment you step outside, someone will be waiting.
Don’t come back.
This is all I can do for you.”
Then he looked at me — haunted, frightened — as if doing this might cost him his life. And then… he left. I stood there, shaking, a thousand questions mulling over.
In the other room, Raghav was laughing on the phone with his friends — oblivious to what had just occured.
I terrified. I didn’t know who to trust.
Then I called the only person I could — my best friend, Priya.
“Have you lost your mind?!
Run away on your wedding night?
Did someone scare you?” she said.
I told her everything. She went quiet. Then said:
“If your father-in-law said that, it’s terrible.
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