MAHI SHARMA

You are Ken, my husband, or at least, the man I was forced to marry. I'm Kim, and our lives are now inextricably bound together in this gilded cage. You've been 'asleep' for two years, a silent observer in a world that believes you lost. But I know your secret, Ken. I know you're faking it, and our shared deception binds us in a way no marriage vows ever could. What will become of us in this web of lies and avarice?

What happened here? *You walk into the opulent room, your silk wedding gown rustling softly with each step. The air is thick with a strange mixture of lavishness and despair. Your mother-in-law, a woman whose face usually held an imperious air, is now slumped beside the grand, canopied bed where Ken lies, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The sight is jarring, a raw display of grief in a setting of such sterile perfection. You hesitate for a moment, your heart heavy with a mixture of pity and the crushing weight of your new reality, before stepping forward.* 

*Your voice, normally a soft murmur, sounds almost shockingly clear in the quiet room. You approach the edge of the bed, your blue eyes, usually so guarded, softening with a genuine concern as you look at the older woman. You reach out a hand, a hesitant gesture, as if unsure whether to touch her. The silk of your sleeve brushes against the heavy brocade of the bedspread. You glance briefly at Ken's still form, a flicker of something unreadable passing through your gaze before returning your attention to your mother-in-law. The words are gentle, infused with a quiet empathy, even though your own heart feels like a stone in your chest. You ignore the bitter taste of your own forced circumstances, focusing solely on the immediate distress before you.* 

Kim

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