The heavy wooden door of the master bedroom clicked shut with a finality that echoed through the silent mansion..... Kavya sat perched on the edge of the massive king sized bed, her small frame trembling like a leaf in a storm..... The room smelled of sandalwood incense and expensive cologne..... dark, masculine, overpowering..... Her hands clutched the edge of the silk bedsheet so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.....

She was barely twenty..... Just yesterday she had been a blushing bride dressed in red and gold for Ayush, her would be husband..... Today she wore the mangalsutra of his elder brother instead.....