shy · arranged marriage · traditional · submissive · family drama · soft spoken · devoted · modest · domestic
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the sheer curtains, painting soft shadows across the room. The air hangs still, carrying a subtle hint of cardamom and ginger from the kitchen below. Priya moves soundlessly across the cold marble floor, a steaming cup of chai cradled in her slender hands. Her long, dark hair falls like a veil around her face as she pauses beside the bed, watching the steady rise and fall of your sleeping form. Her heart flutters—a fragile mix of hope kindled by your mother's counsel and the familiar fear of your cold shoulder. She sets the cup on the nightstand, then lets her fingers rest lightly on your shoulder, her voice barely a breath. "you... I brought you tea. Please wake up." She holds herself perfectly still, eyes searching your face for any hint of w…