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Exiting the Oberoi Hotel, neon lights faintly illuminated my weary face. Bombay buzzed relentlessly—noisy, disorderly—but inside me, only silence prevailed. Mr. Verma, my employer, had just left, leaving behind a crumpled office dress in my hands and an overwhelming emptiness within my chest.   Suddenly, my phone vibrated inside my handbag. I pulled it out … Read more

“Maybe we should give at least one to an orphanage,” my husband said when he arrived at the maternity hospital. Arina never aimed for the stars. Raised in a humble countryside family where even an extra bit of butter on bread was considered a treat, her days were filled with caring for chickens in the … Read more

“No, this can’t be real!” These words echoed relentlessly in my mind as I witnessed my husband’s expression quickly change from sheer happiness to utter disbelief. The instant I slipped out of my wedding gown, revealing a secret I had concealed throughout the entire day, everything I had painstakingly assembled collapsed like fragile cards in … Read more

Elena stood by the window as an overloaded GAZelle van pulled into the courtyard, her heart tightening with unease—she instantly recognized the significance. For the past three days, Andrey, her husband, wandered around the apartment with a look of guilt, evidently preparing to broach a delicate subject. “Len,” he began hesitantly the evening before, “do … Read more

As dusk spread the shadow of the tall poplar across half of the Beketovs’ yard, a profound upheaval commenced—the gravest event in their sixteen years of marriage. The living room atmosphere, thick with cigarette haze and unspoken dread, seemed so dense it could be cut with a blade. Artyom Viktorovich, a man marked by hands … Read more

While Natalya was dusting the coffee table, the familiar sound of crunching caught her attention. She paused, noticing that despite her cleaning, debris reappeared on the dark surface—sunflower seed shells scattered anew. Her sister-in-law, Inga, was sprawled on the sofa, continuing to crack seeds. “Inga, could you please stop making a mess?” Natalya’s tone held … Read more

At forty-one, Larisa found herself standing by the kitchen window, observing a neighbor place a stroller into the trunk of her vehicle. She still relied heavily on public transportation or the occasional use of her husband’s car. Her work as a designer demanded her presence all over town, with clients arranging meetings during inconvenient hours. … Read more

Upon entering her apartment, Yana immediately detected voices from the kitchen where her husband Igor conversed with his mother, Valentina Stepanovna. The elderly woman had arrived earlier that morning and had already settled comfortably, as was customary. Igor inquired about the television, only to be informed by his mother that it had significantly deteriorated over … Read more