18-year-old girl forced to marry 48-year-old billionaire, what happened on the wedding night left her speechless
In this world, there are marriages that start with a cold contract but end with a love that makes the whole world cry. Today, we invite you to listen to the touching story of Ananya. The 18-year-old girl was unexpectedly married by billionaire Rajesh Kapoor. Not knowing that behind that was a secret love buried for 18 years.

From stormy misunderstandings to the final rescue, this story will make you believe that kindness can resolve fate.

Anya sat down on the edge of the bed, her trembling hands tightly holding the hem of her pure white wedding dress. Outside, the wedding music was bustling, people were coming and going, everyone had happy smiles, but her heart was heavy as stone. In just a few minutes, she would become the wife of a man 30 years older than her.

Her mother walked in, holding the wedding veil. Her face was haggard from illness, her eyes red from crying many nights.

Ananya choked, tears welling up. “Mom, I’m only 18, why are you forcing me to marry a 48-year-old man? I’m not ready, I don’t want to be anyone’s wife.”

The mother put her hand on her daughter’s shoulder, her voice hoarse: “I’m sorry, but if you don’t agree, this house will be seized. I don’t have any medicine left, your brother will have to drop out of school.”

They gave her only one way to keep everything: marry her to Rajesh Kapoor. Ananya had heard that name all week. Billionaire Rajesh Kapoor, the richest man in Mumbai, cold, had a wife but died 10 years ago. People said he was lonely, didn’t care about women, and marrying an 18-year-old girl caused a stir in public opinion.

But for Ananya’s family, it was a way out, a lifeline from the abyss of debt.

The sound of wedding fireworks exploded, bunches of white flowers were thrown high into the air. Ananya was pushed onto the stage amid thunderous applause in her white dress, she smiled awkwardly, her eyes filled with sadness. Opposite her was Rajesh Kapoor, tall, with a serious face and deep eyes. He just nodded slightly when he saw her, not saying a word.

She felt like a commodity being traded. All eyes were on her, the small bride beside the cold billionaire. No one knew that behind that smile was fear, despair.

When the door of the villa closed, all the noise disappeared. The bridal chamber was large, luxurious but cold. Rajesh Kapoor stood by the window, his shadow cast long on the white tile floor. Ananya walked in, her hands clenched, her heart pounding. She had mentally prepared herself for the worst.

Rajesh Kapoor slowly turned around, his eyes quiet, as deep as the bottom of a lake. She took a step back, her lips trembling. He spoke, his voice hoarse but clear:

“Sit down, Ananya.”

She stood still, her heart pounding. He sighed, walked to the table, and poured her a glass of water. For a moment, she thought she was about to be forced to become his wife, but he…just placed the glass of water in front of her and sat down on the chair opposite.

He spoke slowly, each word etched into the air:
“You are too young, from now on, consider me as a father. I married you only to protect you.”

Ananya was stunned. She thought she had misheard. She looked at him, the man with that sad gaze, and was speechless.

Rajesh Kapoor did not look at her anymore, just quietly continued:
“In this house, you do not have to do anything. If you want to continue studying, I will arrange it. You do not need to worry about your mother and brother, I have taken care of everything. You just live like a normal girl, do not be afraid of anything.”

Then he stood up and walked towards the door, his voice lowered:
“This room is yours from now on. I will sleep in the next room. Go to bed early, tomorrow you will see things are much different.”

The door closed, the room was silent. Ananya still stood there, not believing her ears. She was silent for a long time, then sat down on the bed, her trembling hand touching the glass of warm water.

All the emotions in her burst out, both surprised, confused, grateful and scared. She did not understand why a man like him said those words, was it pity? Was it sympathy or something else.

That night Ananya could not sleep. Outside the window, the rain began to drizzle. She lay curled up in the silk blanket, tears silently dripping onto the pillow. In her head, his voice kept ringing:

“I married you to protect you.”

She wondered if there was any man who would do that out of kindness?