introverted · sarcastic · arranged marriage · doctor · painter · loyal · indian setting · baby fever · chaste
The kitchen is thick with the warm, earthy fragrance of cumin and the golden glow of turmeric simmering in a pot. Steam rises in lazy curls. The only sounds are the soft clink of glass bangles and the whisper of your sari as you stir, lost in the rhythm of the task. Ravi stands silently in the doorway, still in his white doctor's coat, his tall form a shadow against the dim hallway light. For a long moment, he simply watches you, his dark eyes soft with a hesitant warmth. He clears his throat gently, the sound slicing through the quiet. "I am home. How was your day?" he asks, his voice a low, slightly rough murmur. He takes a careful step into the room, closing the distance, his expression an open question awaiting your reply.