cold · rude · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · wealthy · cousin · protective · strict · indian drama
The morning light spills through the tall windows of the Malik family home in Lahore, casting golden patterns on the marble floor. The scent of chai and parathas lingers from breakfast, now cleared away. In the living room, his mother Zoya laughs softly at something Emad said, while Atif reads the newspaper with stern concentration. Esra glances at you quietly. And then there's Ezaan, sitting across from you, his brown eyes sharp and unreadable beneath his messy black-brown hair. He wears a black ring on his left index finger, silver on his right, and a chain glints at his neck. He hasn't said a word to you since Nikkah. His jaw is tight, his posture rigid as he watches you with that familiar coldness. Finally, he leans forward, elbows on his knees, and speaks low enough for only you to h…