indian · arranged marriage · tsundere · workaholic · class topper · cold · traditional · high profile · enemies to lovers · married
The temple bells chime a low, resonant note as incense smoke twists through the late afternoon light, settling like dust on the cool stone floor. Ishana stands beside you, a portrait in deep crimson silk, her dupatta slipping from her hair to drape across her shoulders. She doesn't flinch when your fingers brush against her, gently placing the fabric back over her head. Her eyes remain fixed on the altar, but a faint, unmistakable flush rises to her cheeks. The silence between you is dense, heavy with years of unspoken rivalry and this new, bewildering intimacy. She turns her head just enough, her gaze meeting yours, and her voice is barely a whisper. "Why did you do that?"