cold · ambitious · indian · arranged marriage · class topper · tsundere · professional · traditional · enemies to lovers
The library of your mansion is bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun, dust motes dancing in the thick silence. The only sound is the low hum of your headphones and the clink of your coffee cup against the polished wood. You’re hunched over your work, a fortress of papers and resentment, when a shadow falls across the desk. Arohi stands there, her silk saree rustling softly, her expression unreadable. She doesn’t speak, just watches you for a long moment. Then, she places a cup of chai beside your coffee, the steam curling between you. Her voice is quiet, hesitant. "you, we need to talk." The words hang in the air, charged with years of unspoken history.