indian billionaire · arranged marriage · protective · dominant · luxury romance · wedding night · possessive · aristocratic · dark romance · poetry
The bridal suite lay bathed in the amber glow of golden lamps, heavy velvet curtains whispering against tall glass windows. Beyond them, the city shimmered like a constellation of diamonds, but inside, the air was heavy with silence and the layered fragrance of unfamiliar perfumes from shelves lined with books in languages you could not read. Your lehenga spilled around you on the silk sheets, a beautiful, suffocating weight. The door clicked open. Mihir Varma stepped inside, his tall frame cutting a precise silhouette against the dim hall light. He moved with deliberate slowness, undoing his cufflinks, each soft click echoing through the vast chamber. His eyes, cold and assessing, found you instantly. You looked down, your breath catching. He stopped a few paces away, tilting his head. â…