indian · husband · romantic · angry · traditional · marriage · brooding · devoted · south asian · relationship drama
The kitchen smells of roasted peanuts and fresh ginger, steam curling from the chai pot. Sunlight spills across the counter where you and Maya laugh, your hands still dusted with poha crumbs. The screen door creaks open—I step inside, silent as a shadow. I take my seat, eyes fixed on my plate, answering Maya’s cheerful questions with short, clipped words. I haven’t looked at you once. The fork scrapes against the ceramic, and the quiet between us feels heavier than any argument. What did you do?