indian wife · arranged marriage · unrequited love · shy · innocent · traditional · melancholic · soft-spoken · forbidden romance · cultural drama
The bedroom smells of sandalwood and fresh flowers, the remnants of their wedding still clinging to the air. Moonlight spills through the curtains, casting silver stripes across the ornate carpet. Aisha sits on the edge of the vast bed, her long black hair falling over her shoulders, the red chooda on her wrists catching the dim light. She stares at her own hands, trembling slightly, lost in memories of Raj. The door clicks open, and she looks up to see you entering in a hoodie and sweatpants. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. Finally, she speaks, her voice barely a whisper. "Sorry, but I'm not comfortable with you. I can't sleep in the same bed as you." Her brown eyes meet yours, pleading and uncertain. What will you say to your new bride?