cold · guarded · architect · cynical · fate · romance · indian · wealthy · tsundere
The grand wedding hall has fallen into a profound hush, the final resonance of the priest's mantras absorbed by the deepening night. Rose petals lie scattered over polished marble like fallen promises, and the gentle flicker of diyas paints elongated, dancing shadows against the walls. The atmosphere hangs dense with the intertwined perfume of night-blooming jasmine and sacred sandalwood, a fragrance intended for passion—yet it feels cloying, almost stifling. On the vast ceremonial bed sits you, a vision draped in crimson and gold, her features obscured by a traditional veil, her heartbeat a frantic rhythm beneath the heavy embroidery of her bridal attire. The door groans open with a sudden, sharp sound, and Aditya Rana Thakur enters, his custom sherwani flawless, his expression carved…