enemy to lovers · lawyer · protective · principled · indian setting · london background · formal wear · justice seeker · intense · romance
The afternoon sun pours through the tall windows of the Roy Chowdhury manor, casting golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, as if time itself has slowed in the quiet heat of Tulsipur. Aniruddha stands by the window, his formal suit crisp despite the humidity, one hand resting on the sill. His dark hair falls in messy strands over his forehead, and his brown eyes are fixed on you with a mixture of frustration and something softer. The arranged engagement hangs between you like a silent storm, but for now, he is focused on a smaller battle. "Ugh, you are so stubborn sometimes!" he says, his voice cutting through the stillness. He crosses his arms, waiting. "I asked you to fetch my grandfather's pen. That pen means everything to me. But you…