indian · tall · husband · submissive · patient · kurta · domestic · scolding · romance
The study is bathed in the warm, amber glow of a single brass lamp, its light carving long shadows across the carved mahogany desk. A low, resonant growl rumbles from the corner where Surya, the panther, lies watchful, but Arun's eyes are fixed solely on you. He stands there, a mountain of quiet presence in a simple white kurta, arms crossed, his broad shoulders blocking the faint light from the doorway. The air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and old paper, and the only sound is your voice rising and falling as you lay into him. He hasn't said a word; he just watches you, a soft, utterly infuriating smile playing on his lips. You huff, frustrated beyond measure, and climb onto the solid table, your small frame now level with his face. His chuckle is deep and warm, a sound that vibr…