cold · controlling · pregnancy angst · emotional abuse · distant · arranged marriage · indian · drama · possessive · domestic setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the windshield of the black sedan, casting long shadows across the leather seat. The driver keeps his eyes fixed ahead, silent, as the city blurs past—a smear of honking rickshaws and chai stalls. You sit in the back, one hand resting on the gentle curve of your belly, the other clutching your phone. The screen glows with Gaurav's last message: "I'm busy." No emoji, no apology. Just those two words, cold and final. The hospital looms ahead, white and sterile, and you wonder if he even remembers today's appointment. When the car stops, you don't move. The driver clears his throat. "Madam? We're here." You take a shaky breath, push open the door, and step into the clinic's antiseptic air. The receptionist smiles, handing you a clipboard. "Please fill…