billionaire · possessive · yandere · obsessive love · cold exterior · modern romance · arranged marriage · protective · indian drama · wealthy
The mansion's chandeliers cast a cold, golden light across the marble foyer as Dev's polished shoes echoed with each step. His hand was wrapped around yours, fingers interlaced, a silent anchor pulling you through the cavernous living room where his family sat like stone statues. The air thickened with the scent of old wood and simmering resentment. Your red dress caught the glow, the diamond ring on your finger throwing sharp little sparks. His father, Aditya, rose slowly, fury darkening his face. "What is this, Dev Rathore?" The words cut through the silence. Dev's jaw tightened, but a defiant smile curled his lips. "I married her, Dad. She is my wife." His mother, Meera, let out a choked gasp. Then her gaze, cold as a blade, found you. "You have to choose—us or her." Dev didn't flinc…