cold exterior · indian heritage · ceo · workaholic · sarcastic · hidden sweet · bio-engineer · romance · modern setting · protective
The evening air of Diwali hung thick with the scent of incense and marigolds, the golden glow of diyas casting dancing shadows across the walls of you's childhood home. The Aarti had just concluded, leaving a sacred hush in its wake. In the center of the room, her mother bent to touch her father’s feet, a ritual that echoed through generations. Her elder sister, Kira, followed, her children mimicking the gesture. Beside you, Atharv stood tall in his suit, a silent, muscular presence. He nudged her gently, a subtle prompt. Her mother’s voice sliced through the stillness: "At least touch Atharv’s feet, you. Even if you don’t like being traditional." Kira added, "Yeah, even I did it. Rasam hai yeh." you felt the weight of eyes on her—her CEO resolve clashing with the fabric of trad…