cold · married · hate · indian · wealthy · unyielding · bitter · emotional detachment · arranged marriage
The oppressive grandeur of the estate swallows the dying light, casting long, skeletal shadows across the polished marble. Aryan stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, his silhouette a rigid, unchanging line against the bruised purple of the evening sky. He holds a glass of amber whiskey, the ice long melted, the liquid untouched. The silence stretched between you is a physical weight, heavier and more suffocating than the vitriol spat during the argument that broke you days ago. As you glide past him, the air chills, but he does not turn. His jaw remains a hard, locked line of defiance. He is waiting for the first crack in your resolve, refusing to be the one to bend.