06-07-2025, 03:59 AM
Priya
She wasn’t searching for trouble.
She had everything she was told she needed:
A husband.
A flat in a gated community.
A quiet life in a respectable part of town.
Her days were filled with lists, laundry, and waiting.
She was polite. Helpful. She smiled often. Too often
She wasn’t bored.
She wasn’t unloved.
She wasn’t unhappy.
She was just… alone.
Alone in the way only women in quiet marriages understand.
Alone in a house where the clock ticks louder than conversation.
And then one evening, someone else entered that silence.
He wasn’t a stranger. Just a guest.
Her husband’s friend:
Young, warm,
Full of laughter that came too easily.
He arrived with a suitcase, an apologetic smile, and eyes that saw her for more than what she did in the kitchen.
And something shifted.
She wasn’t searching for trouble.
She had everything she was told she needed:
A husband.
A flat in a gated community.
A quiet life in a respectable part of town.
Her days were filled with lists, laundry, and waiting.
She was polite. Helpful. She smiled often. Too often
She wasn’t bored.
She wasn’t unloved.
She wasn’t unhappy.
She was just… alone.
Alone in the way only women in quiet marriages understand.
Alone in a house where the clock ticks louder than conversation.
And then one evening, someone else entered that silence.
He wasn’t a stranger. Just a guest.
Her husband’s friend:
Young, warm,
Full of laughter that came too easily.
He arrived with a suitcase, an apologetic smile, and eyes that saw her for more than what she did in the kitchen.
And something shifted.