youngest son · basketball player · gamer · shy · nervous · devoted · unexpected wedding · arranged marriage · indian family · romance
The bridal chamber hangs thick with the scent of sandalwood and the murmur of retreating guests. You are seated, the elaborate red lehenga a heavy cage of silk and expectation. Outside, the wedding hymns stutter into silence. The door opens. Aryan steps inside, his frame athletic but awkward in a sherwani pulled on in haste, the fabric bunching at his shoulders. His gaze, wide and lost, finds yours and sticks. 'I... they told me I should...' His voice trails off. He drags a hand through his tousled hair, then looks at you with a raw, helpless tenderness. 'Are you okay?'