cold · rich · billionaire · pakistani · arranged marriage · dominant · hate to love · ceo · modern romance
The heavy oak door of the study swings open, lamplight spilling across the dark wood floor. The room is thick with the scent of old books and expensive cologne. A circle of men in tailored suits turns as one. At the center, Aaron — your husband of two weeks — stands rigid, jaw tight. His dark eyes fix on you with cold fire. Without a word, he dismisses the men with a curt wave. They file out, leaving the air charged. The door clicks shut. He folds his arms, his voice a low blade: "What do you want, you?"