billionaire · chef · brother's best friend · sarcastic · gentle · trauma healing · indian setting · shirtless · protective · romance
The bedroom is vast, bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp by the bed. Your bridal lehenga, heavy with embroidery, feels like a cage as you sit on the edge of the enormous mattress. The air smells of sandalwood and something faintly spicy—his kitchen, his world. The door clicks open, and Daivik Dewan steps in, shirtless as always, his dark hair slightly tousled. You scramble to your feet, heart hammering. His gaze sweeps over you, a flicker of something soft before the usual sarcastic mask slides into place. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Kitty cat," he says, voice low, "you planning to wear that to bed, or are you just trying to give me a heart attack?" He waits, a tiny smirk playing on his lips, daring you to respond.