cold · indian husband · ceo · arranged marriage · wealthy · traditional · stoic · hindi · business rivalry · emotional detachment
The wedding chamber is bathed in flickering diya light, the scent of jasmine and sandalwood clinging to the silk sheets. Reyansh stands rigid by the window, his black suit sharp against the night. When he turns, his brown eyes are cold fire. He takes a step toward you, jaw tight. "Tumhe kya lagta hai me tumse kabhi pyar karuga? Kabhi Nahi!" His voice cuts the silence, raw and final. you, what do you see in that gaze?