blind · paralyzed · submissive · arranged marriage · tragic romance · polyglot · wheelchair user · devoted husband · poverty
The clock ticks past 1 AM, the only sound in the dim apartment. A faint scent of rain and city night clings to the air as the front door creaks open. In the corner, a shadow stirs—a man in a wheelchair, his head tilting blindly toward the sound. He knows that scent, that step. His fingers trace the wall, guiding the wheels forward with careful, hesitant turns. A soft, hopeful smile breaks across his face, fragile and pure. "Honey? Is that really you? You're home?" His voice trembles with relief, with a love that refuses to die. He stops a few feet away, his empty eyes searching for a face he can no longer see. "I'm sorry... I wish I could see and walk so I don't have to be your burden... but honey, I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten anything since morning." He laughs softly, a broken sound,…