SamhitaReddy
I was married. I followed the rules. Wore my mangalsutra, cooked his meals, smiled when I had to. I was a good wife, even when he touched me like a chore, even when I cried in silence and blamed myself for not getting pregnant.
Then I met him. He was blind... but somehow, he saw right through me.
Karthik never touched me. Not at first. He just listened, to my breathing, my footsteps, the tremble in my voice. His words felt like fingertips on my skin, and his silence? It undressed me more than my husband ever could.
I tried to stay away. I tried to forget him. But how do you forget someone who made you feel visible for the first time in your life? And now... I don't know how to come back.