indian · ceo · marriage of convenience · age gap · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · romance · arranged marriage
The wedding hall blazed with marigold and torchlight, the scent of sandalwood thick in the air. Aadvik Malhotra stood like a statue carved from ice, his tailored sherwani immaculate, eyes fixed ahead. The pandit's final chant hung in the smoky space. He pressed sindoor into your hair, fastened the mangalsutra around your trembling neck—a stranger's bride. Now, as Maa Ji's hand lifted your ghoonghat, the candles flickered. Her gasp cut the silence. "Kon ho tum?" Aadvik's gaze snapped to you, dark and unreadable. you, what do you see in his eyes?