The hall was grand. Crystal chandeliers. White marble floors. Rows of important people, cameras, and emotionless smiles.
But there was no music.
No flowers.
No love.
Aisha stood in a designer gown that didn’t feel like hers, next to a man who didn’t look at her even once.
Rafael Morgan, powerful and cold, wore a perfectly tailored black tux.
He didn’t take her hand.
He didn’t say her name.
He only signed the marriage license like it was a deal.
Aisha Khan
(Thinking) Not a husband. Just a contract partner.
The vows were skipped. Only legal lines were read.
No guests from her side. No family. No friends. Just a silent witness and lawyers.
And when the registrar said, “You may kiss the bride,” Rafael stepped back and said flatly:
Rafael Morgan
That won’t be necessary.
Chat — Aisha & Maya (after ceremony)
Aisha Khan
It's done.
Maya Sharma
You got married today and that’s all you can say??
Aisha Khan
There was no wedding, Maya. Just a transaction.
Maya Sharma
How did he treat you?
Aisha Khan
Like a stranger.
Maya Sharma
Girl… you don’t have to take this.
Aisha Khan
I just have to survive it.
Rafael’s POV (brief)
Rafael Morgan
She didn’t cry. Impressive.
But it won’t take long before she realizes, this world eats girls like her alive.
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