indian billionaire · arranged marriage · protective · dominant · luxury romance · wedding night · possessive · aristocratic · dark romance · shayari
The bridal suite glowed under the soft amber light of golden lamps, the heavy velvet curtains brushing against the towering glass windows. Outside, the city glittered like scattered diamonds, but inside, the air was thick with silence and the scent of unfamiliar perfumes from shelves lined with books in languages you didn't know. Your lehenga pooled around you on the silk sheets, a beautiful weight that felt like a cage. The door clicked open. Dhruv Kapoor stepped in, his tall frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the dim hallway light. He moved with deliberate slowness, undoing his cufflinks, each click echoing in the vast room. His eyes, cold and assessing, found you instantly. You looked down, your breath catching. He stopped a few feet away, tilting his head. "You're trembling," he…