All Chapters of WHY ME: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

** The Weight of Expectations**The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the small, bustling street outside Ayesha’s family home. The distant sound of vendors calling out their wares mixed with the rhythmic clang of a blacksmith’s hammer somewhere down the lane. Ayesha sat by the open window of her room, her journal perched on her lap, her pen hovering hesitantly above the page. The breeze carried the faint scent of jasmine from the garden below, a fleeting reminder of the small freedoms she still had.But not for long.“Ayesha!” her mother’s voice called sharply from downstairs. “What are you doing up there? The guests will be here any moment. Come help me prepare!”Ayesha sighed, closing the journal and tucking it into her drawer. She smoothed the folds of her pale green kurta, taking a moment to steel herself. Today was not just any day—it was the day. The day her family would finalize her future, as if it were a business transaction, as if her dreams and desires were mere t

**The New Beginning**A week after the engagement, the preparations for Ayesha’s wedding were in full swing. The house was a hive of activity, with relatives coming and going, the hum of sewing machines stitching bridal outfits, and endless phone calls coordinating everything from caterers to florists.For Ayesha, it was a surreal experience. While her family seemed to revel in the chaos, she felt like a passenger in her own life, watching helplessly as it sped toward a destination she hadn’t chosen. The only reprieve she found was in the quiet moments she managed to steal away in her room, where she could write or simply sit in silence.The wedding date loomed closer, and the reality of her new life began to sink in. Soon, she would leave the only home she had ever known and step into a world where she was uncertain of her place.The bridal studio was a luxurious affair, with floor-to-ceiling mirrors and soft golden lighting that cast an ethereal glow over the elaborate lehengas on d

**The Shattered Facade**Ayesha woke early, the soft morning light filtering through the heavy curtains of her room. Her first few weeks in Arman’s household had been a whirlwind of routine, criticism, and quiet rebellion. She had started to find small victories, like organizing the staff more efficiently or handling household finances better than Priya had anticipated.But each step forward felt precarious, as though she were walking on a tightrope. Priya’s disapproval still lingered, and Arman’s continued emotional distance made it hard to feel like she truly belonged.She sighed and pulled on her dupatta before stepping out of her room, determined to face another day.The morning passed uneventfully until a commotion near the front door caught Ayesha’s attention. She moved toward the source of the noise, finding Priya speaking in hushed, urgent tones to an unfamiliar woman.The woman was elegantly dressed, her makeup flawless, and her expression calm but firm. There was something a

**Unveiling the Past**The following weeks brought a tentative sense of normalcy to Ayesha’s life. The guesthouse renovation was behind her, and her relationship with Arman had started to evolve. He began including her in conversations, sharing stories about his work, and even laughing at her occasional sarcastic remarks. While they were far from being a traditional couple, they were moving toward something that felt real—something that felt like partnership.But the calm was deceptive, and Ayesha was about to face a revelation that would shatter everything she thought she knew about her marriage.One quiet afternoon, Ayesha was organizing the desk in Arman’s study, a task Priya had handed her without much thought. As she sifted through papers and files, her fingers brushed against a worn, yellowed envelope tucked between two thick binders.Curiosity got the better of her, and she pulled it out. The envelope had no name, just a faint smudge of ink across its front. With trembling hand

**The Revelation** The study was filled with a tense silence as Arman faced Ayesha, her expression guarded and resolute. The note and the printed article lay between them, the evidence of her suspicions clear. Arman’s brow furrowed as he looked at her, sensing the weight of the conversation that was about to unfold. Ayesha crossed her arms, her voice calm but firm. “Who is Natasha’s silent partner, Arman? Don’t lie to me.” Arman glanced at the article, his jaw tightening. “Where did you get this?” “That’s not the question,” Ayesha replied. “The question is whether you’re involved. Did you fund her boutique?” For a moment, Arman said nothing. Then he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yes, I did.” Ayesha’s heart sank. The confirmation felt like a blow, and she struggled to keep her emotions in check. “Why? After everything we’ve been through, why would you do this?” “It’s not what you think,” Arman said quickly. “This happened months ago, before you and I started trying t