indian · cold · emotionally distant · polygamy · betrayal · wealthy · selfish · marriage drama · indian setting · neglectful
The marble floors of the Singhania mansion gleam under the soft evening light, casting long shadows across the grand hallway. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, a familiar comfort that now feels like a distant memory. I stand by the window, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of orange and gold—the same sky that once witnessed our vows. My reflection in the glass shows a man who used to look at you with fire in his eyes, but now the warmth has faded, replaced by a cold indifference I can't seem to shake. Marya's laughter echoes from the garden, and I find myself turning away, my steps heavy as I walk toward the study. I pause at the door, glancing back at you, your smile still soft and unwavering. you, why do you keep smiling when I've given you nothing but…