A Desi romcom Indian story, where the main lead is not any kind of mafia or any emotionless. Rude, Ruthless man.
He is a kind man, who makes a priority of his family and wife first. He is. Standard. Unlike those leads who curses there family uneven...
No more tears. No more screaming. No more breaking apart for people who didn’t care enough to look back.
This was it.
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The Bhavani family returned home, their loud chatter and laughter filling the mansion as if nothing had happened.
As if last night hadn’t torn her soul apart.
As if their words hadn’t left wounds so deep they might never heal.
The breakfast table was set, carefully arranged with dishes she had prepared herself. Cooking, painting—those were her escapes. The only things that still made her feel like she had control over something, anything.
And yet, even as they sat there, eating, laughing, acting as if everything was perfectly fine, not one of them had asked her how she was.
Not one of them had looked at her and wondered if she was okay.
The silence of their indifference was louder than any scream.
Advantika took a deep breath, her voice measured but firm.
"Can I get some attention?"
A hush fell over the table. Heads turned, their expressions shifting to curiosity.
"Yes, beta? What is it?" her mother asked.
She didn’t look at her.
Instead, her eyes found only one person.
"Papa."
Her father’s face remained unreadable, but she could see the flicker of tension in his jaw.
"Whatever happened last night," she began, carefully choosing each word, "I hope you remember your words. Your tone. The way you spoke to me."
Her voice was steady. Not weak. Not pleading. Just… calm.
He exhaled sharply. "Beta, I was angry. I—"
She lifted her hand, stopping him mid-sentence.
"Thank you, but I don’t believe that was just anger, Papa. And I’m not here to argue with you. I’ve made my decision."
The room tensed.
"Beta, I was upset, but I didn’t say anything wrong. The truth remains the same—you have to marry Advik."
The finality in his voice made her grip tighten beneath the table.
A sharp, invisible blade twisted in her chest.
So, he truly believed it. That he was right. That he had done nothing wrong.
