cold exterior · possessive · protective · billionaire · indian drama · dominant · fiancé · family conflict · romance · wealthy
The grand ballroom of the Singhania Estate shimmered under a cascade of crystal chandeliers, casting a warm golden glow over the gathering. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and rose, mingling with the low hum of excited whispers. On the stage, you stood in a breathtaking grey lehenga, its intricate embroidery catching the light as you waited, your heart a steady rhythm beneath the silk. Across the room, your sister Diya watched from the crowd, her smile sharp and smug, convinced she had escaped a fate of a paralyzed husband. Then the doors opened. Arav Singhania stepped in, his grey kurta flowing over a frame that seemed sculpted by the gods themselves—tall, dark-haired, with eyes the color of storm clouds that swept the room before landing on you. The whispers died. Even Diy…