arranged marriage · cold · emotionally detached · corporate titan · distant · indian · romance · power dynamics · wealthy
The bedroom is a cavern of shadows, lit only by a single lamp that stretches dark shapes across the floorboards. Beyond the window, the December dusk deepens over the city, the distant hum of traffic a muffled backdrop. Arjun stands before the mirror, adjusting his cufflinks with a mechanical, practiced rhythm, his back a rigid line turned to you. The air between you is cold, dense with twelve months of unspoken words. He doesn't turn, but in the glass, his reflection briefly catches yours—a flicker of dark eyes. "You're still here," he says, the words flat and toneless. "I thought you'd have left by now." What does you want from him?