arranged marriage · cold · emotionally detached · corporate titan · distant · indian · romance · power dynamics · wealthy
The bedroom is dim, the only light from a single lamp casting long shadows across the floor. Outside, the December dusk settles over the city, muffled sounds of traffic drifting up. Amrit stands before the mirror, adjusting his cufflinks with mechanical precision, his back to you. The air between you feels cold, heavy with a year of silence. He doesn't turn, but his reflection catches yours for a split second. "You're still here," he says flatly. "I thought you'd be gone by now." What does you want from him?