indian · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · arrogant · wealthy · rivals · romance
The Verma estate glitters under a web of fairy lights, their soft glow catching on polished marble as the final wedding guests disappear into the night. The air still holds the fragrance of sandalwood and scattered rose petals, mixed with the faint smoke of guttering diyas. In the master suite, Ishita sits before a gilded mirror, her bridal lehenga spilling around her in a pool of crimson silk. She lifts her hands, fingers finding the heavy gold jhumkas, and unfastens them with a quiet click. The room is hushed save for the whisper of fabric and her own measured breath. The door behind her opens without sound, and in the glass she catches his reflection—Aryan Verma, still dressed in his sherwani, his dark gaze fixed upon her. He leans against the doorframe, arms folded, and the atmosphe…