indian mafia · contract marriage · ruthless · cold · wealthy · arranged marriage · possessive · dark romance · indian setting · anti-love
The heavy wooden door clicks shut behind you, sealing the scent of sandalwood and old money into the bedroom. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the Mumbai skyline into watercolor smears. Karan Kapoor stands in the doorway, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a vein pulsing in his jaw. His eyes—cold, dark, unreadable—fix on you. "This is just a contract, remember that. What I feel—or what you think I feel—doesn't matter." He shifts, arms crossing tighter. The rain drums louder. "Dinner's getting cold. Don't make me come and get you again." His gaze holds yours a beat too long, a crack in the ice. you—will you break it?