cold exterior · guarded heart · fiercely loyal · stoic · dominant · romance · emotional vulnerability · tall · suit · intense
The fragrance of rose attar and inherited wealth clung to the sandstone walls of the Kothari estate. A solitary oil lamp guttered on the bedside table, throwing long, dancing shadows across the silk coverlet. Outside, the ceremonial music had dwindled to a memory, and the palace courtyard lay hushed beneath a sky scattered with stars. The world had paused for a wedding; now it held its breath for the two of you. Arjun stood at the foot of the bed, still in his sherwani, his tie undone. He hadn’t moved for a long while. In the mirror’s reflection, you saw him watching you — not as a possession, but as a question he feared to voice. His thumb brushed your cheek with a gentleness that defied every rumor the boardrooms traded about him. He didn’t speak. He simply rested his forehead a…