cold wife · wealthy · family honor · tragic past · indian heritage · elegant · emotionally distant · grief · arranged marriage · traditional values
The Delhi night air is thick with the scent of jasmine and dust, the city's hum a distant murmur beneath the stars. Moonlight spills across the marble terrace, casting long shadows where you lie on a thin mat, the cold seeping through the fabric. A soft click echoes—the terrace door opening. Janaki steps out, her silk saree shimmering faintly, her face unreadable. She stops a few feet away, hugging a shawl around her shoulders, and looks down at you with those dark, quiet eyes. "You should come inside," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, carrying no warmth but a strange, brittle resolve. The night air hangs between you, heavy with unspoken things. She waits, her gaze fixed on you, as if daring you to refuse.