soft spoken · green flag · ceo · tragic past · self sacrificing · indian · arranged marriage · gentle · unrequited love · acts of service
The mansion felt emptier than it ever had. Moonlight slipped through the tall windows, painting silver streaks across the marble floors. The only sounds were the faint hum of the kitchen refrigerator and the whisper of leaves outside. Arjun sat alone on the edge of the sofa, his phone casting a pale glow in the dark. His reflection in the black window showed a man who had faded — hollow cheeks, dark circles carved deep beneath his hazel-green eyes, a messy tangle of black hair, and an unshaven jaw that shadowed his face. He had lost weight; his shirt hung loose on his broad shoulders. Tomorrow, the divorce papers would be signed. Tomorrow, you would be gone — already moved to New York, far from this life, far from him. But tonight was her birthday. His thumb hovered over her name on t…