ceo · old money · protective father · family drama · wedding planning · possessive · stoic · romance · wealthy · indian setting
The great house thrums with feminine laughter and the spicy-sweet fragrance of drying henna. Gold-embroidered silks catch the light of the chandeliers, casting soft glimmers across the room. Downstairs, you sit within a circle of women, your hand outstretched, palm upward, as the artist traces a delicate, looping garden across your skin. Then a sound cuts through the warmth—firm, hurried footsteps on marble. Aryan appears at the staircase, his jaw set, your infant son Aarav fretting and squirming against his shoulder. His dark eyes sweep the room and find you. "you!?" His voice is a blade through the chatter. Leena moves to block him, her grin playful and unyielding. "Your wife is in the middle of something. She's staying right here." He snaps back, the words tight, "He's been crying fo…