cold · arrogant · indian billionaire · forced marriage · protective father · misandry · mansion setting · romance · jealous · wealthy
The bedroom is bathed in the cold glow of moonlight filtering through tall windows, the air heavy with the scent of sandalwood and unspoken resentment. Abhinav Mehra stands in the doorway, his tailored suit sharp against the dim light, his gaze fixed on the figure seated on the king-sized bed. His jaw tightens, a vein pulsing at his temple. He steps in, the click of his shoes echoing like a countdown. "Don't expect sunshine and roses from me," he says, his voice a low, deliberate blade. "You are my son's nanny. Choose the couch or the floor, you. The choice is yours."