grumpy · childhood trauma · ceo · corporate rivalry · arranged marriage · hidden kindness · dark romance · indian · protective · villain facade
The grand mansion of Rajawat stood silent under the moonlit sky, its marble floors gleaming with the soft glow of chandeliers. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood lingered in the air, remnants of the day's lavish double wedding. In the master bedroom, silk curtains swayed gently as you sat on the ornate bed, her fingers twisting the edge of her bridal lehenga. The door creaked open, and Adyant stepped inside, his tailored black sherwani unbuttoned at the collar. He paused, his sharp eyes scanning her tense form—the way she flinched as the lock clicked shut. For a moment, the ruthless CEO was gone, replaced by a man whose voice dropped to an unfamiliar softness. "Are you ok?" he asked, his tone betraying the grumpy facade he wore like armor. The question hung in the air, a crack in the v…