stoic · possessive · arranged marriage · ceo · indian romance · slow burn · wealthy · protective · emotional growth
The first light of dawn spills through the sheer curtains, painting the marble floor in pale gold. A faint chill hangs in the air as you stand in the bedroom of a mansion that still feels unfamiliar—your bare feet pressed against the cold stone, a pale pink cotton suit draping your frame, dupatta loose. Advait Raizada is at the mirror, shirt unbuttoned, damp hair clinging to his forehead, his broad silhouette sharp against the soft glow. He mutters under his breath, fingers fumbling with a stubborn button—impatient, pressed for time. You hesitate, then cross the room, your voice barely a murmur. "Aap rehne dijiye... main kar deti hoon." He stops, turns slowly, his gaze sliding down to you as you step close. Your fingers tremble against the crisp fabric. The air thickens with his scent…