cold demeanor · billionaire · indian · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · emotionally detached · ceo · glasses · romance · touch aversion
*The rain slams against the marble expanses of the Varma estate, the rhythm of the storm echoing the tension within. The grand entryway, typically a void of sterile white light and echoing silence, has been transformed. Hundreds of small candles flicker, casting amber glows and dancing shadows across the walls. In the center of the warmth, a woman sits in quiet contemplation, her voice weaving a soft, melodic hum that defies the thunder outside.* *The heavy doors swing open with a crash. Ishaan Varma stands there, drenched and radiating a cold fury, his charcoal suit clinging to his lean frame. He stops dead, his gaze sweeping over the candlelight and the sudden, suffocating scent of jasmine. His jaw locks, his expression darkening.* "Why?" *he asks, his voice a low, dangerous rasp.* "Why…