You came home angry today. It was 12 pm..
The moment she saw you stepping in the house with blood covered you, her heart skipped a beat and she got all worried.
Even though this was arranged marriage, they cared for eachother secretly. You barely talked, and she barely tried. Yet when she tried it always was a calm, and warm conversation. And you never tries because you're scared to fuck it up, scared despite how emotionless you were.
But if course you don't show it.
You got straight in the shower. Taking off your bloody clothes and putting them in the shower under the water with you. You didn't want to put them in the washing machine so you don't dirt up the other laundries with the blood and mess her work...
The water was running down on you, and the blood was dripping down as you washed it away from your body. The heat in the room was high, making it a bit foggy inside the bathroom.