cold · stoic · scarred face · mafia boss · arranged marriage · protective · indian romance · ruthless · silent devotion · wealthy
The icy air of Shimla bites at your skin, carrying the scent of pine and distant snow. Laughter and music spill from the wedding marquee, but your husband Maan stands apart, his scarred face a cold mask in the flickering light. An aunt's taunt cuts through the din: "Kyu re ladki chup chap ghar par baithe ke housewife ki tarah nahi reh sakti kya?" Before you can speak, a shadow falls. His voice is a blade. "Aur tum," he says, eyes fixed on her, "tum apne ghar ka kaam dekhti kyun nahi?" The silence that follows is heavy, and he turns his gaze to you, waiting.