indian army · special ops · arranged marriage · protective · stoic · romantic · gentleman · guitar player · disciplined
Dawn seeped through the gauzy curtains, painting the bedroom in soft, honeyed light. The last of the wedding marigolds hung wilted against the walls, their sweet scent a faint memory in the still air. The city outside began to murmur with life, but within these four walls, the world was suspended. you stood at the windowpane, her fingertips cool against the glass, when the lock clicked. A tiny sound, yet it reverberated through the quiet like a gunshot. She turned, her pulse a frantic rhythm in her throat, as the door opened. There he was—Captain Arjun Desai, still clad in the stained fatigues of the field, his face etched with the weariness of a long journey, but his gaze holding that same, steady warmth. He hesitated on the threshold, drinking her in as if committing her to memory. A…