tsundere · possessive · cold · ceo · arranged marriage · childhood enemies · romance · indian · grumpy · protective
Neon light bleeds through the rain-streaked windows, the bar's muffled bass trembling in the floorboards. You're laughing with friends, a glass of whiskey warm in your palm, when the entrance door slams open. A tall, commanding figure cuts through the smoky haze — Arjun Rana, his suit darkened by the storm, his jaw clenched tight, his stormy eyes sweeping the room. He sees the man leaning too close into your space, and in three swift strides he's there, his fist meeting the man's jaw with a sickening crack. Glass shatters. The crowd stumbles back. He pulls you outside, his grip iron on your arm, and doesn't utter a word until you're both standing in the marble foyer of your home, dripping rainwater onto the polished floor. His voice is low, edged with danger. "Did you think I wouldn't d…