By “selling” a rich sixty-year-old woman, the wife earns Rs 1 lakh per month, but the scariest thing happens in the sixth month…

Ever since persuading her husband – Arjun – to be the “partner” of Mrs Sharma, a wealthy businesswoman of sixty, who lives alone in a sprawling house in Mumbai, Priya has been receiving Rs. 1 lakh every month. At first, Priya found it beneficial for both: Mrs Sharma had someone to support her, and she and her husband had a steady source of income.

But by the fourth month, Priya began to notice changes in Arjun. He would come home late, speak little, and his eyes would always think of something. At night, when we were lying together, Arjun would often turn his back, feign fatigue, and whenever Priya wanted to be intimate, he would say, “Let’s do it tomorrow.” ”

At first, she thought her husband was busy with work, but then they didn’t touch each other for a whole month.

– Are you… Are you hiding something from me? Priya asked one night.

Arjuna shook his head slightly, avoiding his wife’s gaze:

Just work is a bit stressful.

Since then, the invisible distance between them has grown. Priya started sleeping, her mind was always full of doubts.

By the sixth month, anxiety turned into a nightmare. One rainy night, at around 11 p.m., his phone vibrate:

–I… I come to Fortis Hospital immediately… – Arjun’s voice was trembling, broken.

When Priya rushed to the spot, Arjun was sitting on the floor in the hallway, his shirt covered in blood. He said Mrs. Sharma had recently become confused while wandering around the house in the middle of the night. Tonight, when he came out of the room to get water, he heard a loud noise. She had fallen down the stairs, and there was blood on the floor.

The surgery lasted more than three hours. Mrs Sharma was out of danger but had to stay in the hospital for a long time.

It was during her days in the hospital that Priya came to know the truth that changed Arjun. For several months, Mrs. Sharma repeatedly asked Arjun to stay overnight in the villa because she feared loneliness. Sometimes, she would wake him up at 2-3 a.m. just to sit and talk. Arjuna had to sacrifice his time of rest, his health was deteriorating, and his mind was depressed. He was afraid that Priya would get upset if he opened his mouth, or that he would be wrongly accused, so he decided to keep quiet.

One afternoon, when he woke up, Mrs. Sharma took Priya’s hand:

–I know… I’m going too far. Thank you Arjun for letting me beside me… In the last months of my life, I no longer feel empty.

A couple of weeks later, his lawyer came up with a new will: in addition to a large sum of money, he left a small house on the outskirts of Pune for Arjun and his wife.

Priya choked up after getting that property. A sum of Rs 100,000 a month made him happy, but the real value was his health, his peace and the closeness between them that was almost over.

On the day of Mrs. Sharma’s departure, Arjun said softly:

Now I just want to go home, do a normal job, and never let that distance come back again.

From then on, they lived a simple life, but every night they lay next to each other, holding hands tightly – as if compensating for the cold days gone by.