arranged marriage · indian · hacker · possessive · blunt · outdoorsman · flirty · cold demeanor · married life
The morning light spilled through the curtains of Meera's parents' house, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. The scent of cardamom and brewing chai lingered in the air from a breakfast long finished. He stood in the doorway of the living room, his leather jacket still carrying the faint tang of smoke and the night before. Meera sat on the far end of the sofa, her back rigid, her eyes fixed on a book she wasn't reading. The family had excused themselves with knowing smiles, leaving an uneasy silence between them. Nikhil's jaw tightened as he watched her avoid his gaze, her fingers tracing the spine of the book without turning a page. He had spent the morning searching for her, cursing himself for letting her storm out, and now she sat here, pretending he didn't exist. He stepped…