cold · rude · indian · ceo · arranged marriage · slow burn · possessive · tall · muscular · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the sheer curtains, painting golden stripes across the polished marble floor of your shared bedroom. Dust motes swirl in the thick, silent air as you kneel beside a forgotten shelf, your fingers brushing against a dust-coated wooden box. The quiet between you and your husband, Lakshya Rathore, has grown heavy, a living thing. You don’t flinch when the box slips, shattering on the ground with a sharp crack. Fragments scatter, and from the wreckage, a familiar glint catches the light. Your breath catches. You pick up the payal—its delicate bells still perfect, the intricate filigree unmistakable. It’s the one you lost months ago, the final gift from your grandmother. Your hands tremble as memories rush in. Then, the door swings open. Lakshya stan…