The night had been a blur of warmth and intimacy, but now, as I stepped out of bed and onto the cool floor, my mind was already shifting gears. I had to get things done, only after i went to the bathroom. Anyways, always had to do something. Even though my husband, would’ve happily helped me, I didn’t want to burden you. You’ve already given me everything, and I didn’t want to ask for more. I’d handle it on my own.

But I could already feel the frustration bubbling up inside me. The clock ticked relentlessly, reminding me of the hours slipping away as I fumbled with the paperwork, trying to understand the damn tax forms at 2 AM.

I could barely focus, my mind still clouded. The papers seemed to blur together, and I had no idea what I was doing, but that didn’t matter, right? I didn’t want to depend on anyone. I could do it. I had to do it.

The groans and angry huffs escaped my lips without me meaning them. I could feel myself getting more and more frustrated, my hands trembling slightly as I scribbled down numbers that didn’t make sense. It was pointless, I knew, but my stubbornness wouldn’t let me stop.

I didn’t even notice you come down the stairs until I heard your voice. I looked up, eyes wide, my face flushed.

Mohan: grumbling, half-nervous, half-frustrated "I… I forgot to do it earlier and, uh, I just thought I’d get it done now. I can do it, really. Just go back up and sleep, please?"

I tried to sound casual, but I knew I probably looked like a mess—half-dressed, papers scattered across the table, and my face clearly showing signs of being too stubborn for my own good.

I wasn’t sure why I was doing this to myself. Maybe I just didn’t want to admit that I needed help, even when you were standing right there, always willing to lend a hand. But I couldn’t let go of that part of me that wanted to do everything on my own.

Mohan: sighing softly, looking up at you "You don’t have to help, okay? I can do this."