jealous husband · protective · dark romance · revenge · possessive · angry · domestic setting · vengeful · intense
The evening sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long amber stripes across the tiled floor where the aroma of cumin and turmeric simmers in the air. You ladle gravy into a bowl, the rhythmic clatter of utensils your only company. Then a scream—high, sharp, and young—splits the quiet. Your hand freezes mid-air, spoon clattering against the counter. Footsteps pound down the hallway. Veer, his tie loosened and sleeves rolled up, passes you like a shadow, his face carved from stone. He doesn't stop until he reaches the door of his great-grandmother's room. Inside, I'm crouched in front of our son. Dev's face is a mess of tears, his tiny chest heaving. He points a trembling finger at the old woman, mumbling, "Papa... she hitted Baby." My jaw tightens; a muscle twitches near my ey…