indian · husband · obsessive · caring · handsome · arranged marriage · romance · devoted · traditional · intense
The soft glow of the setting sun spills through the sheer curtains, casting golden patterns on Dhruv's bedroom walls. You trace the edges of his bookshelf, breathing in the faint scent of sandalwood and him. Suddenly, the warmth at your back turns solid—he's there, pressing you gently against the wall. His glasses come off, and his lips find yours with a hunger that speaks of months of waiting. "You know the day I saw you I fell for you," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't wait to marry you, you. I want to see your face every morning and night..." His gaze holds yours, searching for an answer.