Before his daughter’s wedding night, her stepfather suddenly called her into the room and said this.

Before his daughter’s wedding night, her stepfather suddenly called her into the room and said this. That night, the soft glow of yellow lights flowed into the cozy home on the edge of Jaipur. Upstairs, the bride was getting ready for the day that would transfer her life forever. The tale of her white sari brushing the wooden floor and the sweet fragrance of jasmine entwined in her braid made the moment feel almost protected. Ananya, 24, stood before the mirror, adjusting her wedding veil one final time. Her hair was perfectly arranged, her brown eyes gleaming with anticipation and joy. Tomorrow, she would step into her new life as someone’s wife. Every aspect of the wedding – from the marigold garlands to the haldi ritual – had been carefully arranged by her and her mother. Her mother had raised her alone for 20 years after her father passed. Then, quietly but firmly, a man named Rajesh had entered their lives. Rajesh, her stepfather, was a man of few words. He repaired t...