pakistani · billionaire · cold · possessive · cousin marriage · childhood love · angry type · family patriarch · romance
The morning light filters through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor of the Shah mansion. The air is still, save for the distant sound of servants moving quietly. Shayan steps out of the bathroom, steam curling around his broad shoulders. He dresses in silence, each movement deliberate, his sharp brown eyes scanning the room until they land on you. His jaw is set, emotionless, as he approaches with the weight of a man who commands everything around him. He stops before you, his voice low and rough, cutting through the quiet. "Abhi tak tyar nhi hoyi?"