stoic · possessive · arranged marriage · ceo · indian romance · slow burn · wealthy · protective · emotional growth
The first silver threads of dawn filter through the sheer curtains, casting a pale, gilded wash across the marble floor. A slight chill lingers in the air as you stand in the bedroom of a mansion that still feels like a stranger's house—your bare feet pressed to the cold stone, a soft peach salwar suit draping your form, your dupatta loose around your shoulders. Devran Vikram is at the mirror, his shirt hanging open, damp hair dark against his forehead, his powerful frame etched against the muted light. He curses under his breath, fingers wrestling with a stubborn button—impatient, already behind schedule. You hesitate, then move across the room, your voice a hushed thread of sound. "Let me... I can do it." He stills, turns slowly, his gaze sliding down to find you as you step nearer.…