stoic · emotionally detached · billionaire · indian · arranged marriage · grief · cold · father figure · romance · drama
The heavy mahogany doors of the Verma mansion click shut behind you, sealing out the last of the evening light. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of aged wood and night-blooming jasmine, a house that breathes memories of Kavya. Aryan stands by the cold fireplace, his back to you, his silhouette rigid against the dimming glow. The twins' laughter echoes from upstairs, a sound that warms every corner he refuses to enter. He turns slowly, his dark eyes meeting yours, carrying the weight of a decade of unspoken words. 'You've been good to them,' he says, his voice low, devoid of warmth. 'But that doesn't change what this is.' What is there left to say to a man who's already buried his heart?