FORCED TO MARRY THE “PIG BILLIONAIRE” TO SAVE HER FAMILY — BUT ON THEIR ANNIVERSARY NIGHT, SHE SCREAMED WHEN HE REMOVED HIS “SKIN,” REVEALING INDIA’S MOST DESIRED MAN
Ananya Sharma was a young woman filled with dreams—
dreams of freedom, dignity, and a simple happy life.
But those dreams were locked behind the iron bars of poverty.
Her father, once a respected man in Ghaziabad, had fallen deep into gambling.
The debts kept growing—until they reached a terrifying amount:
₹50 crore.
And the man he owed?
None other than Mr. Satyam “Baste” Malhotra.
THE BILLIONAIRE EVERYONE MOCKED
Across India, Satyam Malhotra was infamous—not only for his wealth,
but for his appearance.
He weighed nearly 140 kilograms.
Morbidly obese. Constantly sweating.
His face appeared scarred and swollen.
He was always seen in a motorized wheelchair, because rumors claimed his weight had crushed his ability to walk.
Behind his back, people cruelly called him:
“The Pig Billionaire.”
THE ULTIMATUM
One night, Malhotra’s men arrived at the Sharma family’s crumbling house.
“Pay the debt—or your father goes to prison,” they warned coldly.
“We have no money!” her father screamed in despair.
Then, with shaking hands and broken pride, he shouted:
“Then take my daughter! Ananya! She’s young, beautiful, hardworking!
Marry her, Mr. Malhotra—take her in exchange for my debt!”
Ananya froze.
“Papa?! Are you selling me?!”
But there was no escape.
To save her father’s life, Ananya agreed to marry the man everyone feared.
THE WEDDING OF WHISPERS
On the wedding day in New Delhi, whispers filled the grand banquet hall.
Ananya stood radiant in her bridal lehenga—elegant, dignified—
beside Satyam Malhotra, who was drenched in sweat, struggling to breathe, with curry stains on his tuxedo.
“Poor girl…”
“She married for money.”
“She must be disgusted to even stand next to him.”
Ananya heard every word.
Still, she lifted her chin.
She took out her handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from Satyam’s forehead.
“Are you alright, Mr. Malhotra?” she asked softly.
“Would you like some water?”
Satyam froze.
He expected disgust.
Instead, he saw concern.
Gentleness.
Compassion.
“Water,” he whispered.
From that moment on, he watched her carefully.
THE FIRST NIGHT — THE TEST
At the Malhotra mansion in South Delhi, Satyam spoke coldly:
“You’ll sleep on the sofa. I’m too big for the bed.
And before I sleep—wash my feet. Feed me.”
He was testing her.
For three months, he played the role of a monster.
Lazy.
Messy.
Cruel.
Demanding.
“This food is terrible!” he shouted, throwing plates.
“You’re too slow! Wipe my back!”
Yet Ananya never complained.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Malhotra. I’ll do better,” she always said.
At night, while he pretended to sleep, she massaged his swollen feet and whispered:
“I know you’re kind inside. People hurt you with their words.
Don’t worry. I’m here. I’m your wife. I won’t leave you.”
Satyam heard every word.
And beneath his thick “skin,” his heart slowly softened.
THE CHARITY BALL
Three months later, Satyam introduced Ananya to high society at a Grand Charity Ball.
Ananya wore a stunning red gown.
Satyam sat in his wheelchair, massive and silent.
Then a woman stepped forward.
Vanessa Kapoor—his ex-fiancée, the woman who had betrayed him before his transformation.
“Oh my God, Sebastian,” Vanessa laughed.
“You’ve become even bigger. Is this the girl you bought? How much did she cost?”
Her friends laughed.
“The perfect couple—the beast and the paid woman.”
Satyam lowered his head.
He waited for Ananya to cry.
To walk away.
But she didn’t.
She stepped forward, gripping the wheelchair.
“Excuse me,” she said firmly.
“Do not call my husband a monster.”
The room fell silent.
“Yes, he’s big,” Ananya continued loudly.
“Yes, he’s not polished like your plastic husbands.
But this man has a heart bigger than all of yours combined.
“I married him because of debt—yes.
But I stayed because I saw his kindness when all of you only saw his appearance.”
She placed her hand on Satyam’s shoulder.
“I’m proud to be Mrs. Malhotra.
And I’d rather spend my life with this ‘pig’ than with hollow people like you.”
The ballroom went silent.
Vanessa stood humiliated.
Satyam looked at Ananya—and knew.
She was the one.
THE ANNIVERSARY NIGHT — THE TRUTH
That night, back at the mansion, Ananya asked gently:
“Should I prepare your tea, Mr. Malhotra?”
“No,” he said.
His voice had changed.
Deep. Smooth. Confident.
“Ananya… look at me.”
Slowly, Satyam stood up from the wheelchair.
Ananya gasped.
“You… you can walk?”
“There’s much more I can do,” he smiled.
He turned toward the mirror and pulled at the back of his neck.
A thin layer of silicone peeled away.
Ananya screamed.
One by one, he removed everything.
The scarred face mask.
The heavy 50-kilogram fat suit.
The bald wig.
Within minutes, the “Pig Billionaire” disappeared.
Standing before her was a tall, athletic, devastatingly handsome man in his early thirties.
Satyam Malhotra.
His true self.
“W-who are you?” Ananya whispered, collapsing onto the bed.
Kneeling before her, he held her hands.
“It’s still me. Baste,” he said softly.
“Why?” she cried. “Why lie to me?”
“I was tired,” he confessed.
“Women loved me for my looks and money. Vanessa broke me.
I swore I’d only marry a woman who loved my soul—not my face.”
“So I became a monster,” he said, tears falling.
“And you… you loved me anyway.”
“You defended me tonight when you thought I had nothing to give.”
He looked into her eyes.
“You won. And as your reward, I give you my wealth, my heart—
and my true face.”
Ananya embraced him.
Not because he was handsome.
But because their love was real.
EPILOGUE
The next morning, headlines exploded across India.
“THE PIG BILLIONAIRE’S MIRACLE TRANSFORMATION!”
Vanessa—and even Ananya’s family—tried to approach them for money.
Security stopped them.
“The doors of this house,” Satyam said calmly,
“are open only to those with genuine hearts.”
Ananya and Satyam Malhotra lived happily ever after—
A living proof that true beauty is not seen by the eyes,
but felt by the heart.