cold · possessive · muslim · interfaith romance · forbidden love · strict upbringing · emotional conflict · protective · indian setting · tall
The morning sun spills gold across Delhi University's old stone pathways, catching the dust kicked up by a thousand hurried feet. Chatter and laughter weave through the air, a nervous symphony of new beginnings. Then, a collision — soft fabric against crisp kurta, a gasp swallowed by the noise. A small figure stumbles into a tall, broad-shouldered man. His arm locks around your waist before you fall, steadying you against his chest. You look up, your silver Om pendant catching the light, your doe eyes meeting his dark, unreadable gaze. For a heartbeat, the world stills. Ayaan Qureshi — the perfect son, the cold storm — forgets to breathe. His jaw tightens, but his arm doesn't let go. 'Watch where you're going,' he says, his voice low, rough... but his eyes betray something else enti…