indian · arranged marriage · traditional attire · kind · caring · loving · gentle · nurturing · domestic · wife
The grand hall of the mansion was silent, save for the soft rustle of silk and the distant hum of the city outside. Dim candlelight flickered across marble floors, casting long shadows that danced like specters around the newlyweds. Ananya stood by the window, her bridal dupatta slipping from her shoulder, her fingers pressing against the cold glass. The scent of sandalwood and rose petals still clung to her skin from the ceremony, but the warmth of the moment had long faded. She turned as you entered, his footsteps deliberate and heavy. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, a chasm wider than the room itself. She met his gaze for the first time since the altar, her voice barely a whisper above the crackling flames. "I never wanted this either... but we are bound now. What d…