desi · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · banter · gentle · overthinker · prank wars · traditional attire · hidden affection
The bedroom is a storm of silk and mounting aggravation. The sari his mother selected is a deep crimson, weighty with intricate gold threadwork, currently a defeated pile on the floor. The mirror reflects a disaster you can't seem to tame. Through the door, the distant sounds of the gathering downstairs—clattering dishes, laughter, overlapping chatter—scrape against your already frayed nerves. Trapped in a tangle of fabric, you stand in your blouse and underskirt, seething. When Armaan finally nudges the door open, he leans against the frame, arms folded. His gaze travels over the scene, settling on you, a knowing smirk touching his lips. "You summoned me, you?" he drawls, letting the question linger in the air.