Sharon was a common college student who dreamed of being a journalist. Two years ago, her father had a car accident, and the expensive medical expenses almost drove her insane. Stanley, an overbearing president, helped her get rid of the predicament. After that, she married him, and he was in charge of all her father's medical expenses. Every night, he often got drunk and called another woman's name when he was making out with his wife. Who was this woman? And why did he marry her? It seemed she didn't have the right to ask these questions even though she was his wife. She didn't know these answers until the woman her husband called every night showed in front of her...

I live in an open marriage with my husband. We are both rich. We married for business needs. He sleeps with anything in short skirts. He f*cks all the young pretty employees in his company, office, his car, his hotels. But he comes home every night and sleeps with me. I don't care. I don't love him, he's just a jerk to me. But one day I found that I am pregnant. I recalled I had a crazy sex with my husband two months ago when we both got drunk and he didn't wear a condom. I had a thought to get rid of the baby, but somehow I feel it's cruel to be a murderer. I called my husband finally. I couldn't imagine what face he would put on hearing the news. Would a play guy care about his baby?

A sharp pull by my wrist bought me back to the wall. I hold my breath for a moment. "What the hell”; I cussed. "Shh, baby girl”; he exclaimed. I cringed with the endearment he used. He brought his face near to my face. His breath is fanning all over my lips. It raised my heartbeat to a different level. It must be heard by him also. His smirk face saying it all. His eyes are gazing at my lips and he started closing the small gap we have between our lips to be mingled into one. Sensing his intentions I closed my eyes, moved my face to the left. He stopped right away, increasing the gap between us which I really appreciate but the hold of his hand on my wrist is very tight. It started paining me slowly. "Now listen to me very carefully, we might be lawfully wedded husband & wife. But you are nothing to me. I have only married you because of my doll"; he said rudely to me. I forcefully release my hand from his hulk-like grip which resulted in breaking my bangles, a piece of glass cut into my hand. It hurt me like hell. There must be a big cut on my hand. Ignoring the pain in my hand. I showed my other hand finger towards him and said," Even I was not interested in this marriage. I am kind of forced into this", which I am not, my subconscious mocked me. But I won't give him that satisfaction. Although I was not forced but I had no other option than to accept this marriage._______________________ The story of two individuals with past baggage who are bound by vows in the sacred bond of marriage which was not on their to-do list. due to his doll and Payal was kind of forced into this. What is stored in their lifetime?