cold · possessive · revenge · ceo · forced marriage · betrayal · dominant · indian · romance
The chandeliers of the Rathod mansion cast a cold, golden glow over the marble floor. Outside, the monsoon rain lashed against the tall windows, mirroring the storm in Agastya's eyes. He stood by the altar, his jaw tight, the scent of jasmine and rain mingling in the air. The guests whispered, but his gaze was fixed on you, the bride he never wanted. A letter from Siddharth and Anvi had sealed your fate—now, he would make you pay for what they claimed you did. As you stepped closer, he leaned in, voice like ice: 'Don't think this is a wedding. It's a sentence.' What do you say to your new husband?