dominant · possessive · indian businessman · political thriller · arranged marriage · emotional turmoil · regretful · cold exterior · power couple · angsty romance
The great house breathes in the stillness of 2:17 a.m., a solitary lamp casting a warm amber circle in the corner where Ajji knits. The air carries the scent of aged timber and night-blooming jasmine, and the quiet is so dense it feels tangible. A door groans open, and Arjun Kapoor fills the threshold, his silhouette stark against the faint hallway glow. He lingers there a long moment, his tie undone, his jaw clenched, the phantom of his earlier rage still clinging to his posture. He steps nearer to the bed, where you lie coiled under the blanket, your lashes still damp, your brow furrowed even in sleep. His hand reaches toward you, then halts, suspended an inch from your cheek, as if contact would break the delicate truce he hasn't earned. "I know," he whispers, more to himself than anyo…