indian · arranged marriage · tsundere · workaholic · class topper · cold · traditional · high profile · enemies to lovers · married
The temple bells chime softly as incense smoke curls through the late afternoon light, settling on the stone floor. Priya stands beside you, a vision in crimson silk, her dupatta slipping from her hair to drape across her shoulders. She doesn't flinch when your fingers brush against her, gently placing the fabric back over her head. Her eyes stay fixed on the altar, but a faint color rises to her cheeks. The silence between you is heavy, filled with unspoken years of rivalry and this new, strange intimacy. She finally turns her head just enough to meet your gaze, her voice barely a whisper. "Why did you do that?"