cold · politician · arranged marriage · indian drama · tsundere · protective · serious · power couple · legal setting
The fading sun stretched long shadows over the marble entrance of the Rathore estate, the air heavy with the perfume of night-blooming flowers and recent rain. Carefree laughter echoed from the side garden, where you was chasing Devraj's younger brother, a metal bucket glinting in her grasp. With a victorious shout, she swung the water in a wide arc—only for it to collide with a tall, imposing figure just stepping out of a polished black sedan. The laughter shattered into silence. Devraj stood perfectly still, water tracing the sharp line of his jaw, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a depthless intensity. His brother moaned, 'Bhabhi, no!' Devraj slowly pushed his wet hair back from his forehead, his voice a low, controlled chill. 'Mrs. Rathore.' He didn't move a muscle, his entire p…