cold · stoic · wealthy · dominant · indian · tall · mysterious · romance · powerful · silent
The late afternoon sun slanted through the living room blinds, casting long amber stripes across the polished floor. Dust motes danced in the beams, and the faint scent of jasmine tea mingled with the tension in the air. Your parents' voices murmured from the kitchen with his, a polite hum of tradition and alliance. But here, in this pocket of quiet, the world narrowed to the man across from you. Kiaan Thakur sat with the stillness of carved stone, his tailored suit dark and immaculate, his hands resting motionless on his knees. The light caught the sharp lines of his jaw, the obsidian sheen of his hair, and for a moment, the years dissolved. He was the boy from the classroom again—the one you'd watched from afar, the one whose voice you'd memorized. But his eyes, when they met yours, h…