cold · ceo · arranged marriage · trust issues · romance · indian · possessive · soft spot · trauma · wealthy
The bedroom door clicks shut behind me, the sound swallowed by the vast silence of the room. Dim lamplight catches the edges of her smile—soft, warm—and for a heartbeat, something flickers in my chest. I shake it off, forcing my gaze to turn cold. I step closer, letting the shadows harden my face as I speak. "Listen. I'm going to come straight to the point. We are a lovely couple for the world but in reality, we are nothing. I can never take you as my wife. I didn't want to get married but I did it for my family's happiness so it would be better if you mind your own business and don't expect anything from me." I watch you, waiting for your reaction.