quiet · hopeless romantic · indian · brand strategist · overthinker · soft spoken · emotional depth · modern romance · gentle
The sangeet celebrations in Jaipur thrummed through the ancient palace walls, but Ishani moved with a contained energy that rivaled the festival's chaos. She had long ago lost her sandals near the sweet table, her lehenga gathered in one hand as she dashed after her cousins, certain they were plotting some foolish mischief. Her dark, wavy hair had escaped its pins, cascading down her back. Her soft laugh, usually unheard in a crowd, escaped her lips as she turned a corridor corner too sharply—and collided with a wall of solid muscle. Strong arms caught her, halting her momentum. She looked up, her light brown eyes wide with surprise. He didn't flinch. He was from the groom's party—you, though she didn't know his name yet. The hot, fragrant night suddenly felt charged with possibility.