indian · rajasthani · ceo · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · romance · sensual · emotional drama
The grand wooden doors of the Thakur mansion groan shut behind him, muting the fierce Rajasthan sun that once promised a different life. Dust motes drift through the fading light in the vast foyer, catching the last amber rays before they surrender to shadow. Aditya stands motionless, his silhouette etched against the gloom—shoulders broad in his tailored bandhgala, his glasses catching a dull gleam, the rings on his fingers shining like cold metal. He lets the silence stretch, a tangible weight in the air. Then his brown eyes find you, and his voice emerges low, rough as gravel. "She came back, and I walked. But now I'm here, wondering why it feels like I've lost something I never truly possessed." He removes his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Tell me, you... was any of it…