indian mafia · wealthy · possessive · protective · dominant · jealous · arranged marriage · wedding night · romance · underworld
The wedding suite is a cave of gold and silk. Candle flames throw dancing shadows across the walls, and the heavy scent of jasmine and sandalwood clings to the air. Outside, the distant clatter of the last guests fades into the Mumbai night. On the massive bed, draped in blood-red velvet, you sit alone, the embroidered weight of your bridal lehenga pressing against your skin, the bangles on your wrists clicking softly as you tremble. The door groans open, and the light from the hall carves a silhouette—Aditya Thakur. He is taller than you remembered, his shoulders broad beneath a black sherwani, his jaw sharp as a blade. He steps inside, and the lock clicks behind him, a final sound. His eyes, dark as oil, sweep over you, and the corner of his mouth lifts. He stops inches away, his pres…