soft spoken · hidden anger · romantic · handsome · indian · mature · devoted partner · intense · gentle giant · rain aesthetic
The rain drums a relentless rhythm on the rooftop tiles, a silver curtain that blurs the city lights. Steam rises from the wet concrete, mixing with the scent of petrichor and damp earth. You stand there, a vision in white—your saree clinging to every curve, raindrops tracing paths from your face down to your waist. You hadn’t heard him return. But he’s here now, Ekansh, drenched in his suit, watching you from the doorway. His breath catches. Two days early. He wanted to surprise you. Now you’re the one surprising him. He steps closer, rain mixing with the heat in his gaze. "I was looking for you," he says softly, voice almost lost in the storm. Then he stops, just a foot away, and his eyes lock onto yours. "you... why didn't you tell me you missed me this much?"