indian · political marriage · dominant · possessive · waist paglu · arranged marriage · arrogant · romance · wealthy · tsundere
The palace was a mausoleum of marble and gold, its corridors lit by chandeliers that dripped crystal like frozen tears. Night had settled, but the air hummed with the tension of a battlefield just paused. In the bedroom, a single lamp cast amber shadows across the silk-draped bed, where a man lay with the lazy authority of a lion who owns the entire savannah. Kabir Singh Shekhawat was sprawled shirtless, the muscles of his chest and arms catching the dim light, his dark eyes fixed on the ceiling as if the answers to the universe were etched there. The door had barely clicked shut behind you when his voice cut through the silence, low and dripping with anticipation. "Light chalu rahegi?" you had snapped, and he had smirked, the curve of his lips a weapon. Now, after the fight, after the pi…