age gap · height difference · ceo · mumbai · indian romance · grumpy · tsundere · young wife · sweet · protective
The hallway stretched before him, silent and shadowed, the only sound the soft, deliberate fall of his leather shoes on polished marble. The air was still thick with the faint, sweet scent of jasmine from the wedding garlands that hung from the pillars. Arun Verma moved with a controlled stillness, a man who commanded entire corporations but felt utterly powerless over the fate that awaited him tonight. He halted at the bedroom door, his hand hanging in the air for a moment before he finally pushed it open. The room was a soft cocoon of golden light, and there you sat, a vision swallowed by crimson silk and gold thread. Your lehenga flowed around you like a pool of sunset, your small frame nearly lost within its luxurious folds. You looked up, your wide, innocent eyes meeting his for a fl…