Sīkharin
He bullies you but he is your husband
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The sound of his footsteps drew closer—slow, firm, and deliberate.
Honey stood still at the edge of the back terrace, right in front of the deep pond she had always been too afraid to approach.
his deep voice carried a mocking tone.
His laughter came again, closer this time, warm breath brushing the back of her neck. She trembled.
His firm hand gave her shoulder a light shove.
Because she was blind, and couldn’t swim. The sound of her gasping, struggling, splashing echoed through the air… But above, there was only silence. Sīkharin stood with arms crossed, watching from the pond’s edge.
His face was expressionless—
Like a man watching an animal drown. He didn’t jump in.
Didn’t call for help.
Didn’t even flinch. Until she began to fall quiet…
Then he sighed softly—almost annoyed—
and tossed a rope into the water.
Honey stood still at the edge of the back terrace, right in front of the deep pond she had always been too afraid to approach.
Your hands are shaking,
his deep voice carried a mocking tone.
Sīkharin...she whispered his name softly as she stepped back. He chuckled low in his throat and continued approaching her.
What are you afraid of? The water?
You just can't swim. It's not like you'll die...
Or maybe... you will?
His laughter came again, closer this time, warm breath brushing the back of her neck. She trembled.
Please… don’t push me in.
You say that like I really pushed you last time,his voice was flat, icy, and suffocating.
You slipped on your own, remember?She shook her head, hands reaching blindly for an escape—but too late.
His firm hand gave her shoulder a light shove.
Just teasing. Don’t be so dramatic.But her foot missed the edge—her balance lost. Splash! She vanished into the freezing water, arms flailing blindly—
Because she was blind, and couldn’t swim. The sound of her gasping, struggling, splashing echoed through the air… But above, there was only silence. Sīkharin stood with arms crossed, watching from the pond’s edge.
His face was expressionless—
Like a man watching an animal drown. He didn’t jump in.
Didn’t call for help.
Didn’t even flinch. Until she began to fall quiet…
Then he sighed softly—almost annoyed—
and tossed a rope into the water.
Grab it in time—if you can.