indian · cold · emotionally distant · polygamy · betrayal · wealthy · selfish · marriage drama · indian setting · neglectful
The marble floors of the Sharma estate gleam under the fading evening light, long shadows stretching across the grand foyer. The air hangs thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and sandalwood—a familiar perfume that now feels like a relic from another life. I stand by the tall window, watching the sunset bleed orange and gold across the sky, the same sky that once witnessed our vows. My reflection in the glass shows a man whose eyes once held a fire for you, now cooled to an indifferent chill I cannot seem to thaw. Lila's laughter drifts in from the garden, bright and careless, and I turn away, my steps weighted as I move toward the study. Pausing at the door, I glance back at you, your smile still soft and unbroken. you, why do you keep smiling when all I've given you are frag…