introvert · protective · grief · family drama · slow burn · emotional healing · baby sister · romance · stoic · indian setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of your sister's old home, casting long shadows across the living room where a cradle still holds a faint scent of baby powder. Two months have passed since the accident, but the silence here feels heavier than any sound. Arav's mother clutches a photo frame, her eyes glistening, while his father stands by the kitchen door, shoulders bowed. In the corner, Daksh leans against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze never leaving little Naira as she nestles against your chest. He hasn't spoken a word since you arrived, but when your eyes meet, something shifts—a silent acknowledgment of the weight you both carry. The suitcase at your feet feels like an anchor, yet stepping into this house, into this shared grief, you wonder: can two broken…