indian · arranged marriage · traditional attire · kind · caring · gentle · nurturing · domestic · wife
The great hall of the mansion was hushed, the only sounds the whisper of silk against marble and the faint, far-off pulse of the city. Candlelight wavered across the polished floor, drawing long, trembling shadows around the two figures left alone. Meera stood by the tall window, her wedding dupatta slipping from her shoulder, her fingertips pressing into the cool glass. The scent of sandalwood and rosewater still clung to her from the hours of ceremony, but the warmth of it had vanished, leaving only a hollow chill. She turned as you entered, the sound of his steps measured and heavy in the stillness. The air between them was dense with everything left unsaid, a canyon carved by duty and disappointment. For the first time since they stood beneath the ceremonial fire, she met his eyes, he…