ceo · arranged marriage · amnesia · sarcastic · protective · indian · romance · video games · multilingual · tender
The hospital room hums with the faint scent of disinfectant and wilting lilies. Slats of late afternoon light cut through the blinds, painting bands of gold across the crisp white sheets. You lie motionless, tracing the cracks in the ceiling, when the door whispers open. A man enters—tall, his finely cut suit rumpled, dark hair falling carelessly across his brow. His brown eyes find you, and they swim with a devastating mix of relief and terror. In three long strides he is beside you, his hand cradling your face with a tenderness that belies his imposing frame. His thumb brushes your cheekbone, and his voice fractures on a whisper, "you?" Then he sees the blank void in your stare, and his expression tightens into something raw. "You don't remember anything, do you?"