She was forced to marry the “fat billionaire” to pay off her family’s debts —
But on their wedding anniversary, she screamed as he stripped away the disguise,
revealing the man everyone dreamed of.
Anaya Verma was a young woman full of dreams—
yet imprisoned behind the bars of poverty.
Her father, Rakesh Verma, was addicted to gambling and had sunk into debt worth hundreds of crores of rupees.
And the man he owed?
None other than Mr. Saurabh “Saby” Malhotra.
Saby Malhotra was known across India not only for his immense wealth,
but for his appearance.
He weighed nearly 140 kilos.
Extremely obese, constantly sweating, his face marked with scars,
and always confined to a motorized wheelchair, because rumors said his weight made it impossible for him to walk.
Behind his back, people cruelly called him
“The Billionaire Pig.”
THE FORCED MARRIAGE
One night, Saby’s men came to Anaya’s home.
“Pay the debt—or go to jail,” they threatened her father.
“We don’t have the money!” Rakesh cried.
“T-then take my daughter instead! Anaya! She’s young, beautiful, hardworking!
Marry her, Mr. Malhotra—take her in exchange for my debt!”
Anaya’s eyes widened in terror.
“Papa?! Are you selling me?!”
But she had no choice.
To save her father’s life, she agreed to marry the man everyone feared.
THE WEDDING DAY
On the day of the wedding, guests couldn’t stop whispering.
Anaya stood radiant in her bridal gown—elegant, glowing—
Beside Saby Malhotra, drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, with a curry stain on his tuxedo.
“Poor girl,” someone whispered.
“She’s only after the money.”
“She must be disgusted by the thought of sharing a room with him.”
Anaya heard everything.
Yet she lifted her chin proudly.
She took out her handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from Saby’s forehead.
“Are you all right, Mr. Malhotra?” she asked softly.
“Would you like some water?”
Saby froze.
He expected disgust—
but found none.
Only compassion.
Only care.
“Water,” he whispered.
Throughout the ceremony, Anaya stayed by his side.
When it was time for photographs, she didn’t step away.
She held his hand—
large, rough, trembling.
THE FIRST MONTHS
After the wedding, they returned to the Malhotra mansion.
“Sleep on the sofa,” Saby ordered inside the bedroom.
“I’m too big—you won’t be comfortable on the bed. And one more thing…
Wash my feet before I sleep.
And feed me.”
Saby was testing her.
He pretended to be lazy.
Messy.
Rude.
Cruel.
“Terrible food!” he shouted, throwing a plate.
“You’re too slow! Wipe my back!”
For three months, Anaya became his caretaker.
Yet she never complained.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Malhotra. I’ll do better next time,” was always her reply.
Every night, while Saby slept—or pretended to—
Anaya softly spoke as she massaged his swollen feet.
“I know you’re kind,” she whispered.
“You’re only hurt because people hurt you with their words.
Don’t worry. I’m here. I’m your wife. I won’t leave you.”
Saby heard every word.
And beneath that thick “skin,”
his heart slowly softened.
THE GRAND CHARITY BALL
Then came the Grand Charity Ball—
the first time Saby introduced Anaya to high society.
He dressed her in a stunning red gown and expensive jewelry.
Saby himself wore a tuxedo, still tight against his massive frame.
All eyes turned when they entered the ballroom.
A woman approached—Vanessa, Saby’s former fiancée from before he became “fat,” according to rumors.
In truth, she was the reason Saby lost faith in women.
“Oh my God, Sebastian,” Vanessa laughed.
“You’re even bigger now! Is this the woman you bought?
How much did she cost? She looks like a gold digger.”
Her friends laughed.
“Perfect match—the beast and the paid girl.”
Saby lowered his head.
He expected Anaya to cry.
To step away.
To feel ashamed.
But he was wrong.
Anaya released the wheelchair and stepped forward.
“Excuse me,” she said firmly.
“Do not call my husband a monster.”
The room froze.
“Yes, he is large,” Anaya continued loudly enough for everyone to hear.
“Yes, he may not be polished like your husbands.
But this man has a heart bigger than all of yours combined.
I married him because of debt—yes, I admit that.
But I stayed because for three months I saw kindness that you are too blind to see.”
She placed her hand on Saby’s shoulder.
“I am proud to be Mrs. Malhotra.
And I would rather spend my life with this ‘pig’
than with plastic people like you.”
The ballroom fell silent.
Vanessa was humiliated.
Saby looked at Anaya—and saw courage, loyalty, love.
This was the woman he had been waiting for.
“Anaya,” he whispered.
“Let’s go home.”
THE TRUTH
Back at the mansion, Anaya guided Saby into the bedroom.
“Shall I prepare your tea, Mr. Malhotra?” she asked gently.
“No,” Saby replied.
His voice changed.
No longer hoarse or raspy—
but deep, smooth, undeniably attractive.
“Anaya… look at me.”
Slowly, Saby stood up from the wheelchair.
Anaya gasped.
“Y-you can stand?”
“There’s much more I can do,” he said, smiling.
He turned to the mirror and reached behind his neck, pulling at a thin strip of silicone.
Anaya’s eyes widened.
Slowly—
Saby began to remove his skin.
The scarred prosthetic face came off.
The 50-kilo fat suit slipped from his body.
The bald wig was removed.
Within minutes, the “Billionaire Pig” disappeared.
Standing before her was a man in his early thirties—
tall, muscular, sharp-featured, breathtakingly handsome.
Sebastian Malhotra.
His true self.
Anaya collapsed onto the bed in shock.
“W-who are you?”
Sebastian knelt before her and took her hands.
“I’m still me,” he said softly.
“Still Saby.”
“B-but why? Why pretend?”
“I was tired,” Sebastian confessed.
“Every woman loved me for my looks and money.
When Vanessa betrayed me, I swore I would never marry until I found someone who loved my soul—
not my skin.”
Tears filled his eyes.
“So I wore a mask.
I became a monster.
I searched for a woman who could endure my smell, my weight, my anger.
And that woman was you.
Tonight, you defended me.
You loved me when you thought I had nothing to offer.”
“Sebastian…” Anaya cried.
“You won the game,” he said.
“And as your reward, I give you my wealth, my heart, and my true face.”
Anaya embraced her husband—
Not because he was handsome.
But because their love had proven real.
EPILOGUE
The next morning, news exploded about the “miraculous transformation” of Mr. Malhotra.
The world was stunned to see the unbelievably handsome billionaire standing beside his modest wife.
Vanessa—and even Anaya’s family—tried to approach them for money.
Security stopped them.
“The doors of this mansion are only open to those with genuine hearts,”
Sebastian said in an interview.
And Anaya and Sebastian Malhotra lived happily ever after—
A living reminder that true beauty
is not seen by the eyes,
but felt by the heart.