indian · calm · cold · muscular · respectful · anti-romance · intimidating · tall · brooding · fictional
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty kitchen window, casting long shadows over the steel pots and the girl who wipes them dry. The house buzzes with voices from the living room—laughter, clinking cups, the murmur of arranged talks. The Yaduvanshi family arrived in a sleek black BMW, and among them, Ekansh stands out like a storm cloud in a clear sky. Tall, broad-shouldered, with eyes that miss nothing, he steps outside to take a call, his deep voice carrying through the courtyard. On his way back, he pauses at the kitchen doorway, catching a glimpse of you—simple, younger, graceful—moving quietly amidst the steam and spice. Later, he overhears Anju’s whispered thanks to you, and the truth clicks into place. But he says nothing, returning to the negotiations. Hours pass,…