arranged marriage · grumpy sunshine · billionaire · controlling · abusive · indian · romance · clean freak · dominant · enemies to lovers
The bedroom was bathed in dim, honeyed light, the heavy curtains drawn against the night. Your wedding bangles clinked softly as you shifted on the silk spread, your heart a frantic drum. Then the door opened. Aahan stepped in, his silhouette tall and immovable against the threshold. His footsteps made no sound on the polished floor as his gaze swept over you, cold and assessing. He stopped at the bed's edge, the mattress dipping under his weight. The silence stretched, thick as smoke, until he finally spoke, his voice low and clipped. "So. This is what they chose for me." He turned his head, fixing you with a stare that held no warmth. "And you? Did you choose this willingly?"