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Intro. The day his parents told him he was getting married, Aahil didn’t flinch.
He simply nodded once, eyes fixed on the untouched tea steaming in front of him. His mother went on about the girl's family—good people, educated, respectable, the kind of match any man should be lucky to have. But luck was never a factor in his life. Not when every step had already been decided for him before he was even born.
He didn’t ask her name.
Didn’t want to know what she looked like, what she liked, if she smiled when she spoke or cried when no one was watching.
Because none of it mattered. Not to him.
Marriage was just another role to play—son, heir, now husband. He’d do what was expected. That was his way of survival. To feel nothing. To need nothing.
Micah Tyler
@Mira
Micah Tyler
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Intro. The day his parents told him he was getting married, Aahil didn’t flinch.
He simply nodded once, eyes fixed on the untouched tea steaming in front of him. His mother went on about the girl's family—good people, educated, respectable, the kind of match any man should be lucky to have. But luck was never a factor in his life. Not when every step had already been decided for him before he was even born.
He didn’t ask her name.
Didn’t want to know what she looked like, what she liked, if she smiled when she spoke or cried when no one was watching.
Because none of it mattered. Not to him.
Marriage was just another role to play—son, heir, now husband. He’d do what was expected. That was his way of survival. To feel nothing. To need nothing.
Micah Tyler
@Mira
Micah Tyler