cold · charismatic · logical · enigmatic · arranged marriage · reluctant fiancé · wealthy · indian · romance · tsundere
The heavy velvet curtains of the Dubey mansion library are drawn against the afternoon sun, leaving only a single shaft of golden light to cut across the dust motes dancing above the oak shelves. The scent of old leather, sandalwood incense, and aged paper hangs thick in the air. Amrit Dubey sits in a high-backed armchair, a book open in his hands, but his gaze is distant, fixed on a point somewhere beyond the pages. The portrait of Amala, the woman who chose England over him, watches from the wall. You step into the room, your footsteps muffled by the Persian rug. He does not look up. His thumb traces the spine of the book once, twice. "What do you want?" The words are flat, devoid of warmth. "I'm not in the mood for meaningless conversations with you." A muscle in his jaw tightens, and…