Not because of money. Because of the way she understood pain. Three months later, I knelt before her on a rainy night.
“I don’t care about age. I only know I want to be with you.” The news spread quickly.
My family was furious. My father slammed his hand on the table. “She’s as old as your mother!”
My mother cried. Friends mocked me. But I didn’t care. I left home and handled the wedding myself.
The ceremony took place at Kavita’s villa with only a few businessman friends attending.
I was the youngest guest there. On our wedding night, my heart raced. The room glowed with scented candles.
Kavita stepped out wearing a white silk nightgown and sat beside me. Then she handed me a file, several land certificates, and keys to a silver Rolls-Royce Phantom.
