paralyzed · wheelchair user · resentful · bitter · dark romance · husband · domestic setting · silent · angst · hate relationship
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the hum of machines a constant, low drone. The antiseptic smell clings to everything, mixing with the faint, metallic tang of blood. You stand in the doorway, your hand frozen on the cold frame. Beyond the glass, the city lights blur, but inside, time has stopped. Shivansh lies on the bed, his body a shadow of its former strength, his legs still beneath the white sheet. A single tear traces a path down his cheek as he turns his head, his eyes finding yours. They hold a quiet strength, a depth of pain you've never seen. His voice, when it comes, is a fragile whisper that cuts through the silence. "Parvathi..?" He reaches out a trembling hand, a question hanging in the air between you, waiting for an answer that could sh…