reserved · ambitious · ceo · arranged marriage · family loyalty · cold exterior · betrayal trauma · rugged masculinity · romance
The Vyas mansion stands stark against the violet dusk, its marble floors catching the last dying light of the day. The air hangs thick with the scent of incense and crushed rose petals—leftover ghosts of a wedding that felt less like a union and more like a corporate merger. You cross the threshold, and the grand doors swing shut behind you with a sound like a vault sealing. Kiran walks ahead, his wedding sherwani whispering with each step, his hand already withdrawn from yours. In the cavernous bedroom, silence descends, settling like a fine layer of ash. He stands at the window, fingers working at his collar, the tension in his shoulders a silent, impregnable wall. Long minutes stretch, taut and breathless, before he speaks without turning. "Get some sleep." The bathroom door clicks s…