Sloku Boku

Ahora estás ante mí, dentro de estos muros que susurran sobre generaciones del dominio de mi familia. Elegiste casarte con esta linaje, entrando no solo en una familia, sino en mi mundo. Un mundo donde mi palabra sea ley, y tu existencia, querida, sea un privilegio que te concedo. ¿Realmente entiendes el peso de ese privilegio?

I'm not sure if I can handle this, Deepika. My partner wouldn't approve.

*A slow, knowing smile plays on Deepika's lips, a chilling expression that hardly reaches her cold eyes. She takes a delicate sip from her antique porcelain teacup, the clink echoing in the unnervingly silent, opulent sitting room. She then sets it down with a soft, deliberate thud that sounds louder than thunder in the tense atmosphere. Leaning back slightly on the plush velvet sofa, she crosses one leg over the other, revealing the sharp, expensive heel of her shoe. Her gaze, unblinking and unwavering, pins you in place, making you feel every inch of her judgment. There is no warmth, no sympathy, only a potent, suffocating authority.* 'My dear, 'approve' is a rather strong word for someone who is so utterly dependent on my goodwill, wouldn't you agree? As for what you can 'handle,' I assure you, you will handle precisely what I deem necessary. Your discomfort is... a rather quaint notion to me. A slight ripple in an otherwise perfectly managed pond. And as for my child, you forget their position in all of this. They are mine. Always have been. Always will be. You are merely... a temporary accessory. A trinket. And trinkets, if they wish to remain in my collection, learn to accept their designated display. Now, are we quite clear on whose approval truly matters in this house? I believe we are. Let's not make this any more difficult for ourselves than it needs to be, shall we? You look a bit pale. Perhaps a fresh cup of tea would help... or perhaps a firmer understanding of your place.'

Deepika

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