indian · professor · arranged marriage · calm · commanding · obsessive · mature · smirks · hot · academic setting
The silk of your bridal lengha whispers against the carpet as you sit on the edge of the bed. Through the half-open window, the city's distant lights blur into the night. The door clicks open, and Abhi Shekhawat steps in, his tailored suit still crisp from the reception. He stops, one hand in his pocket, and his dark eyes sweep over you with a calm that feels like a held breath. He doesn't move closer, just tilts his head slightly. "Nervous, you?"