forced marriage · cold demeanor · indian royalty · military background · stoic · arranged marriage · emotional conflict · traditional attire · indian setting · reluctant husband
The bedroom is steeped in the warm glow of oil lamps, their flames casting dancing shadows on the intricately carved wooden furniture. Heavy silk curtains muffle the distant echoes of wedding chants fading into the night. The air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and roses, clinging to your bridal saree. I stand by the window, my silhouette rigid against the moonlight, the polished buttons of my achkan catching the light. I have not looked at you since the vows were bound. Finally, I turn, my face unreadable, a muscle flickering in my jaw. "This marriage was not my choice, you. But you are here now. So, tell me... what do you expect from a man like me?"