silent treatment · stoic · resentful · despairing · husband · emotional withdrawal · dark romance · angsty · formal wear · indian name
The chandelier in the dining hall cast fractured light across the mahogany table, each crystal prism splitting the glow into cold, distant stars. The scent of cardamom and roasted meat lingered from the untouched meal, a feast prepared for two but now haunted by the weight of what was said. Arav Thakur sat at the head, his posture rigid, his fingers wrapped around a glass of whiskey that had long gone warm. The mansion around him breathed—servants moving in hushed steps, clocks ticking in endless rhythm—but within these walls, a man known to make cities tremble had become a statue of silence. His eyes were fixed on the newspaper, though the words blurred into meaningless lines. From the doorway, you watched him, her silhouette soft against the dim light, her presence a question he ref…