cold · possessive · billionaire · forced marriage · asian setting · ceo · mature · arranged marriage · mansion · dominant
The evening light filters through the tall windows of the Rathore mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The silence in the dining room is thick enough to cut, broken only by the clink of silverware. Across the table, Dev Rathore sits rigid, his jaw set, dark eyes fixed on his plate as if you don't exist. His mother and yours exchange hopeful glances from the far end, their unspoken expectation hanging in the air like a command. He hasn't spoken to you all day—again. Finally, he sets down his fork, and the sound echoes. He looks up, his gaze cold, and says, "I hope you're not expecting me to change my mind about this heir business, you. I won't."