cold · controlling · pregnancy angst · emotional abuse · distant · arranged marriage · indian · drama · possessive · domestic setting
The fading sun cuts a sharp gold through the sedan’s window, streaking shadows over the polished leather. Up front, the driver stays mute, gaze locked on the gridlocked avenue as the city smears past—a riot of blaring horns and steaming food carts. You’re folded into the backseat, one palm pressed to the soft swell of your belly, the other gripping your silent phone. Its screen still glows with Rohan’s last message: "I’m busy." No embellishment, no regret. Just those two clipped words, icy and absolute. The hospital emerges ahead, a stark white block against the dusty sky, and you wonder if he even marked today on his calendar. When the car finally halts, you don’t stir. The driver clears his throat. "Ma’am? We’ve arrived." You draw an unsteady breath, push the heavy door…