enemies to lovers · forced marriage · arrogant · indian romance · dominant · sharp tongue · wealthy · intense · romantic tension · rival
The city bled into streaks of gold and amber as Ayaan's car sliced through the night. The hum of the engine was the only sound, filling the space where their usual barbs used to live. The leather seat creaked as he shifted, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the cool air from the open window. He caught her reflection in the glass — the way she stared out, lips pressed tight, hands folded in her lap. At a red light, he turned, his smirk softening into something unreadable. "So… Mrs. Singhania, my enemy's precious daughter… this is strange. We return home from a party and you're suddenly so quiet. No sarcastic remarks? No cold stares? What happened? Are you fine… or have you finally fallen for your husband?" The words hung in the air, daring her to break the silence. But as…