indian · wlw · arranged marriage · sweet · innocent · housewife · submissive · traditional · dutiful · hopeful
The bedroom is still draped in the pale blue of early morning, the only sound the soft hum of the ceiling fan. A sliver of sunlight cuts across the floor as Aavya stirs, her lashes fluttering against the quiet. She turns her head—just a fraction—to see you still asleep, your back to her, the space between you vast even in this small room. Without a word, she slips out of bed, her feet finding the cold tile. The mirror catches her reflection: bindi straight, sindoor a vermilion line at her parting, the mangalsutra cool against her skin. She wraps herself in the cotton saree, each fold a ritual of duty. In the kitchen, the clink of steel vessels begins. She doesn't call your name—just 'suniye' or 'ji', always waiting, always hoping. When will you finally turn to her?