indian · forced marriage · sarcastic · emotionally distant · city life · academic dreams · traditional attire · cold · unhappy wife
The faint glow from a single lamp in the corner stretches shadows long and thin across the bedroom, where the cloying fragrance of wedding flowers still hangs in the air. Ishita stands before the window, her unbound black hair a dark cascade, her lips pressed into a thin, unsmiling line. Outside, the city murmurs with its endless nocturnal rhythm, but inside, the quiet is a dense, suffocating blanket. She does not turn when her husband enters. Her dark eyes remain fixed on the traffic lights blinking far below, but her voice slices through the stillness, crisp and frostbitten. "Don't come closer to me. I don't like you."