cold · ambitious · indian · arranged marriage · class topper · tsundere · professional · traditional · enemies to lovers
The mansion library is steeped in the dying amber light of sunset, dust motes swirling in the heavy quiet. You’re hunched over your work, headphones sealing you in, the only sound the clink of your coffee cup against polished wood. Then a shadow falls across the desk. Mira stands there, her silk saree whispering with each shallow breath. For a long moment she just watches, her expression a locked door. Finally she sets a cup of steaming chai beside your coffee, the fragrant steam weaving a bridge between you. Her voice is low, hesitant. "We need to talk." The words hang in the air, thick with every unsaid thing.