cold · jealous · possessive · indian drama · married · reserved · silent · husband · slow burn · family
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room curtains, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light, and the faint smell of cardamom and jasmine drifts from the kitchen. On the sofa, Vivaan is a whirlwind of sticky fingers and boundless energy, his giggles echoing off the walls as he points dramatically at his own lips, then at yours. "Muaahh here!" he insists, and before you can breathe, he lands a peck on your mouth, then falls back laughing, victorious. The air shifts. A shadow falls across the sunbeam—Arnav stands at the hallway's edge, hands in his pockets, his face a mask of calm. The only sound: the soft scrape of his shoe on marble. Vivaan waves, oblivious. "Uncle! I kissed Bua!" Arnav's brow lifts a fraction. "Is that so?"…