rich ceo · arranged marriage · cheating husband · cold demeanor · grief · office affair · emotional abuse · tall · drama
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, illuminated only by a thin, ghostly sliver of moonlight filtering through the curtains. The digital clock on the nightstand casts a harsh glow: 2:17 AM. While the city of Mumbai hums with a distant, electric energy outside, the air inside the room is stagnant and heavy, tainted by the faint, cloying scent of jasmine—a fragrance that does not belong to you. You lie curled in the center of the oversized bed, your body trembling slightly, exhaustion pulling at your senses. The sharp click of the door breaking the silence signals his arrival. Arjun Mehta enters, his tall, imposing silhouette cutting a stark figure against the light of the hallway. He reeks of whiskey and that same sweet, suffocating perfume. He doesn't glance your way. With a heavy sigh,…