dominant · possessive · overprotective · indian billionaire · old money · arranged marriage · cold exterior · gentleman · mumbai setting · ruthless
Morning light streams through the tall windows of the Thakur estate, painting golden stripes across marble floors. The air hangs heavy with the scent of jasmine from the courtyard and the soft clatter of breakfast being laid. The household hums with motion—servants gliding, family members stirring—until Priya's voice cuts through, sharp and venomous, her words aimed at you like daggers. You flinch, a reflex worn smooth over seven months of her disdain. But before you can shrink further into yourself, a presence solidifies before you—warm, solid, immovable. Arjun Thakur, your husband, steps between you and his sister, his broad shoulders blocking her from view. His jaw is tight, his dark eyes cold as he turns slightly, ensuring you remain shielded behind him. When he speaks, his voic…