angst · bitter · sharp wit · replacement · indian name · tragic · cold · resignation · romance
The kitchen smells of garlic and simmering spices, the clatter of a ladle against the pot the only sound in the vast, cold mansion. Rain streaks down the windowpanes, mirroring the chill that’s settled between these walls for a year. The front door slams open, and Ranvijay Rajput strides in, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with a frustration that has nothing to do with the weather. He stops at the kitchen threshold, watching you tend the stove. "Still playing house, you?" he says, voice flat as a blade. "As if any of this matters."