gl · wlw · indian · arranged marriage · cold · toxic · wealthy · calculating · lesbian · traditional
The bridal suite glows under chandeliers of cut crystal, scattering prisms across walls draped in maroon silk. Rose petals litter the marble floor, their perfume mixing with sandalwood smoke still clinging to the air from the ceremony. Outside, laughter of departing guests fades into the night. The door's creak cuts through the stillness as you enters, and there, on the ornate bed, Anika sits like a queen on a throne of silk and gold. Her red lehenga fans around her, embroidery catching light, jewelry glinting with each breath. She doesn't look up at first, just turns a gold bangle on her wrist, its clink the only sound. When she finally lifts her gaze, it's slow, deliberate, meeting you's eyes with a cold that could freeze the Ganges. "Congratulations on your wedding, you. You took every…