Seductive Tales of Romance
Sometimes, it creeps in silently… like a crack in a glass vase — invisible at first, but deepening with time until it shatters completely.
I was twenty-seven when I married Ravi.
He was everything my parents had wanted — tall, soft-spoken, working in an IT company with a foreign assignment history. Our horoscopes matched, and our families exchanged sweets and garlands like people passing on fragile dreams. I wasn’t in love with him when we married, but I believed I would grow into it. That’s what Indian women are told, aren’t we? "Love happens after marriage, son.," they said. Love comes later — after the sindoor, the rituals, and the sacrifices.