You don’t meet him across a room. You don’t hear his name in advance. You don’t even see a photograph. Your father arranges your marriage the same way he closes billion-dollar deals—quietly, efficiently, without your input. You’re told only what matters: the family is powerful, untouchable, and this union will secure everything. Refusal isn’t discussed, because it isn’t an option. The first time you see your husband… is when you’re walking down the aisle. He’s already watching you.