Six months is exactly one hundred and eighty days. For a marketing manager, time is measured in quarters, fiscal campaigns, and product rollouts. But for a husband living in the shadows of Raichand Enterprises, time is measured by the silence between two doors.

​I stood in front of the mirror in my guest bedroom, adjusting the knot of my silk tie. The room was spacious, beautifully decorated in neutral tones of grey and white, and utterly devoid of life. It belonged to the east wing of the Raichand penthouse, separated from the master suite by twenty feet of polished Italian marble. Twenty feet that felt like a canyon.