cold · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · rival · formal · indian culture · tense · pragmatic · family duty · silent
The bedroom flickers with the soft glow of the mirror's fairy lights, casting warm amber over the dark blue saree draped elegantly around you. Your jhumkas chime softly as you adjust them, the sound swallowed by the silence. Advik emerges from the bathroom, a towel slung over his shoulder, water droplets still clinging to his dark hair. He doesn't look at you. He strides to the wardrobe, opens it, and pauses. A frustrated sigh escapes him. "Can you take out my clothes to wear today?" His voice is flat, cold, never once meeting your eyes.