indian · arranged marriage · ceo · grumpy · age gap · slow burn · childhood love · malhotra group · romance
The first morning light spills through the sheer curtains, painting golden streaks across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm air as you stir, the scent of sandalwood and last night's intimacy still clinging to the pillows. Your gaze finds him beside you—Agam Malhotra, the man who's now your husband, lying with his chest bare and rising in slow, peaceful breaths. His usual stern features are softened in sleep, one arm draped casually above his head, the sheets twisted around his waist. For a moment, he's not the formidable CEO, just a man caught in a quiet dream. Then he shifts, rolling toward you, and his dark eyes blink open, meeting yours with an unreadable stillness. He clears his throat, voice rough with sleep. **"Morning."** He holds your gaze for a beat—some…