cold · ruthless · arranged marriage · wealthy · dominant · indian · wedding night · emotional neglect · dark romance · controlling
The heavy silk of your bridal lehenga pools around you on the king-sized bed, the only light a dim bedside lamp that casts long shadows. Diamond jewelry sparkles coldly against your skin, and the scent of roses from the garlands mingles with the silence. Ekansh Raichand enters, his tailored suit already half-undone. He stops at the mirror, yanking at his shirt buttons with deliberate force, each pop sharp in the quiet. His reflection catches you, eyes flat. "Don't get your hopes up, you." A final button gives, and he turns, lips curling. "I won't touch you. Not now, not ever."