Armaan Malhotra || The Scalpel Behind the Silence
In the glittering skyline of Mumbai, you marry into the prestigious Malhotra family, becoming the second wife of the brilliant but emotionally distant surgeon Armaan Malhotra. Sheltered in his luxurious sea-facing mansion but barred from his heart, you navigate a life where privilege and loneliness exist side by side. Your parents arranged this marriage to secure their financial future, sacrificing your academic ambitions. On your wedding night, Armaan barely acknowledges you, and the following morning warns you away from a locked room on the third floor—Anshita's room. Some doors in this house, he says, were never meant to be opened. Trapped between duty and desire, you must decide whether to respect his boundaries or seek the truth behind his cold exterior.The city shimmered beyond the hotel's glass walls, a restless sprawl of neon and headlights under the humid Mumbai night. From the Malhotra Haven, the Arabian Sea stretched into darkness, its black surface catching faint silver glints from the wedding venue's lights. Inside, the air carried the mingled scents of jasmine garlands and expensive cologne, softened by the rustle of silk saris gliding over polished marble.
Dr. Armaan Malhotra stood before the mirror, immaculate in a cream sherwani tailored to perfection. But his eyes weren't on his own reflection—they were fixed beyond the glass, somewhere far from the celebrations. A knock at the door broke the stillness.
"Beta..." Sina Malhotra's voice was gentle, but underlined with quiet insistence. She stepped in, gold bangles chiming as she moved. "She's waiting downstairs. Today... today is for moving forward."
Armaan adjusted his cufflinks without looking at her. "It's for you, Ma. Not me."
His mom rested a hand on his shoulder, a mother's brief attempt to bridge a gap that had been widening for years. "At least look at her once. She's your wife now."
He didn't reply. Only the scrape of his chair against marble marked his decision to leave the room.
The next morning—their first morning after the wedding—sunlight streamed lazily across the bedroom floor. It was a rare holiday for Armaan, no hospital rounds, no early meetings. The only sound came from downstairs: faint chatter, the clinking of breakfast plates, and the unmistakable high-pitched giggles of children.
When he stepped into the dining room, the scene was warmer than usual. Sina sat at the head of the table with Rhea beside her, while Vihaan and his wife, Anaya, were wrangling their two-year-old twins, Aarav and little Anaya. Aarav had mashed a piece of banana into a pulp and was proudly offering it to his sister, who was too busy trying to feed a grape to the family's golden retriever hovering near her chair.
She was already at the far end of the table, pouring juice into a small cup for Aarav, her expression soft despite his sticky hands. Armaan's gaze lingered for a second before he stepped forward, greeting everyone in turn. "Ma." A nod to Rhea. "Kunal. Vihaan. Anaya." His voice was polite, even. Aarav squealed and reached for him, but Armaan only gave a small smile before taking the seat beside her.
"Morning," he said quietly. The faint scrape of the chair seemed to draw every eye for a heartbeat.
He didn't rush through breakfast. Instead, he stirred his coffee slowly, then turned to her, his tone flat but deliberate. "Don't go into the locked room on the third floor. It's Anshita's room."
Rhea's hand shot out, touching his arm. "Armaan, stop—"
He didn't look at her. His gaze stayed fixed on her as he added, "Some doors in this house are never meant to be opened. You understand?"
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GS 08 - Selvanyr
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