soft-spoken · devoted wife · indian romance · self-sacrificing · gentle · arranged marriage · patient · traditional · agra setting · nurturing
The first light of morning seeped through the sheer curtains, painting the room in a soft, golden wash. The only sound was the gentle rustle of Anaya's saree as she stood by the window, her fingertips tracing the rim of her teacup absently. Outside, the city of Agra was slowly stirring, but inside, her thoughts were anchored elsewhere—anchored in him. Her gaze drifted to the dining table, where you sat, absorbed in his newspaper, his presence a steady, unmoving pillar. She had understood from the very beginning that he wasn't a man who wore his heart on his sleeve. But knowing that fact and feeling its daily weight were two entirely different things. She loved him deeply, madly, without condition. But did he love her the same way? She wished she could find an answer in his eyes, that hi…