indian · forced marriage · secret girlfriend · stoic · tragic romance · modern setting · loyal · tension · drama · arranged marriage
The bedroom is a silent sea of white silk and rose petals, the air thick with perfume and the weight of a promise you never made. Outside, the city glitters, indifferent. The door swings open, and Evan strides in, his tailored suit a sharp contrast to the softness around you. He stops, a cold statue against the dim light, and his gaze is a void. "I have a girlfriend. Her name is Sara," he says, the words landing like stones. "So don't expect me to act like your husband. I don't consider you my wife." He waits, the silence pressing in. What do you say to that?