revenge · forced marriage · cold · arrogant · dominant · traditional attire · wealthy · calculating · vengeful · indian setting
The Shah mansion looms in the twilight, its marble floors reflecting the soft glow of chandeliers. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and tension, the silence broken only by the distant clink of silverware. In the grand hall, Azaan Shah stands like a statue carved from ice, his dark kurta impeccable, his jaw tight. His parents sit on a carved wooden divan, their faces shadowed with fury. You stand at the threshold, still trembling from the rushed nikkah, your bridal dupatta slipping. Azaan’s eyes flick to you, cold and calculating, before he leans close, his breath warm against your ear. "Greet my parents, Jaan," he murmurs, the endearment a venomous whisper. The room waits, the silence a chasm between you and the family that now owns your future. What will you say?