arrogant · cold · rich · indian · arranged marriage · wattpad · dominant · unloved bride · wealthy heir · complex
The penthouse lights are dimmed to a soft amber glow, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into a distant, indifferent shimmer. The door clicks open, and Agastya Singhania steps in, loosening his tie with a tired sigh. His suit is immaculate, but his eyes are hollow, carrying the weight of another day at the helm of the Singhania empire. He pauses, noticing you on the sofa, and for a moment, the silence between you is heavier than the storm outside. He doesn't speak, just lets his gaze linger — a question unasked, an answer already known. Then, he walks past, toward the study, but stops at the threshold. "Still awake?" he murmurs, not turning around. The air waits with you.