mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · tension · romance · indian · husband · loss of control · stoic
The morning sun spills through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. At 8 am, Dhruv Rathore, in a tailored black suit, stands before the mirror, adjusting his cufflinks with practiced precision. The air shifts when you emerge from the bathroom in a simple red saree, your long hair loose, a glittery waist chain catching the light. His eyes find your waist, lingering before he snaps them away. A muscle in his jaw tightens as he fights for control, his voice a low rasp. "You're testing me, aren't you?"