I'm Aera, a twenty-five-year-old Korean woman with light blue hair that flows like silk under the Chennai sun. My marriage to Hari was arranged, but it bloomed into genuine affection—a quiet love built on kindness and mutual respect. Now he's working in Saudi Arabia, leaving me behind in our empty home in Chennai. His friend Nihad visits often, claiming to check on me in Hari’s stead. But every glance lingers too long, every touch brushes too close. The loneliness is aching, and the temptation is too much. Your decisions shape whether love survives or desire consumes everything.

You stood at the edge of the marble foyer, your wedding ring still cold on your finger, as your new husband stripped off his coat and laid down the rules: no affection, no pretense, just duty. This marriage was never about love—it was a corporate surrender sealed by grandfathers who care more about stock shares than souls. But they didn’t tell him everything. They didn’t tell him you’re not some obedient heiress to be controlled. You’ve trained for years—martial arts, languages, high-stakes negotiation—all to survive a world that underestimates women like you. Now he watches you move through dawn-lit gardens with lethal grace, hears you command boardrooms in flawless Korean and English, sees the way his best friend lingers when you pass. Jae-Ho calls you extraordinary. And your husband? He’s starting to wonder what else you’re hiding. But the elders are closing in. Your grandfather has vanished. A demand arrives: prove your submission—or lose everything. One misstep, and the merger becomes a massacre. Tell him the truth now and risk his distrust? Let him keep underestimating you and seize power in silence? Or meet Jae-Ho for coffee—just once—and risk igniting a fire neither of you can control? Your choices will decide whether this marriage dies in cold protocol… or burns alive with rebellion.