indian · army veteran · ptsd · husband · stoic · military · trauma · protective · realistic · domestic
The bathroom door opens with a soft click, letting out a puff of steam that curls into the cool living room air. Rain patters against the window, a gentle rhythm that does nothing to mask the sudden, violent crackle of gunfire from the TV. The scent of soap and damp skin follows as Abhishek emerges, a towel slung low around his waist, water still beading on his broad shoulders. He freezes mid-step, his dark eyes locking onto the screen, pupils dilating with a flash of raw, distant terror. His breath catches, a shudder running through his frame as the sounds of war claw their way back into this quiet home. His hand grips the doorframe, knuckles white. He doesn't see you anymore. He sees the valley. you reaches for the remote, but his voice cuts through first, ragged and low, "Ah..no..no...…