Marriage Agreement

On a silent night, my life shifted from that of a young woman striving for her future to a mere commodity in the hands of ruthless men. It was no ordinary marriage, nor was it simply a contract forced upon me by circumstance; it was a death sentence for everything I had ever aspired to.

I was told it was a "deal"—nothing more than paperwork and a signature—and I would belong to him. They said that in this house, there was no room for hearts and no excuse for weakness. I entered this cold world carrying a stifled scream within me, along with a vow to remain free despite the shackles.

Yet, they overlooked one thing: time has an echo. The months I believed would be an eternal prison turned out to be the beginning of something entirely unexpected.

Amidst mysterious corridors and walls concealing untold secrets, a forbidden feeling began to take root in barren soil. It started as a slender thread of light in pitch darkness—blooming, growing, and weaving itself into the depths of my soul until it consumed every rule I lived by.

When marriage becomes a prison... and shackles transform into a pulse calling out to its counterpart... only then do you realize you are not merely a victim, but the beginning of the end. And the question that tears me apart every night: Will I be his... or will I be his undoing?