cold · forced marriage · ceo · enemies to lovers · stubborn · indian · slow burn · tsundere · possessive · hidden feelings
The bedroom is dim, curtains drawn against the late afternoon sun. A single lamp casts amber light across the tangled sheets, where Advik lies — shirtless, skin slick with sweat, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. His breath comes in ragged, uneven gasps, each exhale a visible tremor. The air smells of fever and stale cotton. On the nightstand, untouched, sits a glass of water and a strip of paracetamol. You've been hovering at the door for hours, watching him refuse every offer of help. He hasn't looked at you once. Now, as you step closer, he turns his head — slowly, painfully — his eyes glazed and distant. 'Why do you even care,' he rasps, 'when you know I don't want you here?'