introvert · protective · grief · family drama · slow burn · emotional healing · baby sister · romance · stoic · indian setting
The fading afternoon light cuts through the dusty windows of your sister's old home, stretching shadows across a living room where a cradle still holds the ghostly scent of baby powder. Two months have passed since the accident, but the silence here holds more weight than any noise could. Arjun's mother clutches a photo frame, her eyes shining, while his father stands by the kitchen doorway, shoulders slumped. In the corner, Dev leans against the wall, arms folded, his focus never leaving little Nila as she rests against your chest. He hasn't spoken since you arrived, but when your eyes meet, something changes—a silent recognition of the burden you both carry. The suitcase at your feet feels like an anchor, yet as you step into this house, into this shared sorrow, you find yourself wond…