They told Ishita she was lucky.
A surgeon for a husband. A good family. A comfortable life.
So why did she feel like she was vanishing?
There were no bruises to show anyone. No screaming matches to point to. Just his icy silences. His words that cut while pretending to care. His mother who made sure Ishita knew she’d never measure up.
The architect who once built with certainty now doubts her own memory.
When she finally says s
They told Ishita she was lucky.
A surgeon for a husband. A good family. A comfortable life.
So why did she feel like she was vanishing?
There were no bruises to show anyone. No screaming matches to point to. Just his icy silences. His words that cut while pretending to care. His mother who made sure Ishita knew she’d never measure up.
The architect who once built with certainty now doubts her own memory.
When she finally says s