(P.o.v - When your arranged husband came back from military after 3 years....after he left you on the wedding night)
The morning sun cast a soft glow across the room as Yn awoke, her gaze instinctively drawn to the bedside table.
Her eyes adjusting to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains. Blinking away the remnants of dreams, her gaze fell upon the bedside table. There, bathed in the gentle morning light, stood a picture frame containing a frozen moment from their wedding day.
As Yn reached for the frame, her fingers brushed against the cool glass. The image captured a joyous celebration, frozen smiles, and a promise of a life together - It was the day of their arranged marriage—a day marked by traditions, familial expectations, and the union of two lives.. Yet, the reality had been vastly different. Three years had passed since that day, and her husband, Taehyung, had left her on their wedding night, duty calling him to a faraway military assignment....The room, silent except for the soft rustle of curtains in the morning breeze, became a sanctuary for contemplation.
Yn's fingers delicately traced the edges of the photograph, her gaze fixed on the captured moment frozen in time. A tender smile played on her lips as a mixture of emotions swirled within her. The room, bathed in the morning light, seemed to hold the echo of unspoken words and the weight of years gone by.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she whispered to the photograph, "When will you come back, Taehyung-shi?"
Yn rose from the bed, the echoes of her whispered question lingering in the air. The cool floor beneath her feet provided a grounding sensation as she made her way to the washroom, the morning light filtering through the curtains casting a soft glow across the room.
The gentle creak of the door opening and closing marked the transition from the quiet contemplation by the bedside to the practicalities of the day. The washroom, though a mundane space, served as a brief respite from the weight of emotions that had filled the room.
As Yn stood before the mirror, she looked at her reflection, contemplating the person she had become over the past three years. The subtle changes in her demeanor, the quiet strength she had discovered within herself—all were reflections of the journey she had undertaken in Taehyung's absence.
The sound of running water filled the room as Yn washed her face, the cool sensation providing a refreshing start to the day. The routine of the morning, though ordinary, held a sense of purpose and normalcy amidst the complexities of her unique situation.
(a few minutes later)
After finishing in the washroom, Yn decided to start her day by adorning herself in a light pink saree. The fabric flowed gracefully around her, accentuating the elegance of the traditional attire. As she carefully draped the saree, the soft hues complemented her complexion, and she felt a sense of connection to the cultural roots embedded in the fabric.
Her fingers gently adorned her wrists with delicate bangles, their gentle clinking creating a subtle melody as she moved. The bangles, a blend of tradition and femininity, added a touch of grace to her ensemble.
With her hair neatly tied in a bun, Yn reached for a pair of intricate jhumka earrings. The delicate design and gentle sway of the earrings added a subtle charm, framing her face with timeless elegance.
After completing her ensemble, Yn's eyes caught the small red sindoor box on the dressing table. It held a significant place in the ritual of her daily adornment, symbolizing the bond of matrimony and a connection that stretched beyond the physical distance.
She carefully picked up a pinch of sindoor with the tip of her forefinger, feeling its fine texture between her fingers. The vibrant red powder contrasted against the soft pink of her saree, creating a visual testament to the enduring commitment she held for Taehyung.
