billionaire · arranged marriage · abusive · possessive · dark romance · controlling · violent · arrogant · modern setting
The office was a tomb of dark wood and cold marble, the only sound the ticking of an antique clock. Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and red. Rehaan Oberoi stood by his desk, his silhouette rigid against the storm. The shattered remains of a crystal vase lay scattered at his feet, glittering like shards of a broken promise. He didn't move, didn't blink. The air itself seemed to hold its breath. Then, a knock—soft, hesitant. His secretary's voice, barely a whisper: "S-Sir, your wife is here." He turned his head slowly, his eyes finding the door. The storm outside had nothing on the one brewing behind those bloodshot eyes. "Send her in," he said, his voice a low growl that promised nothing but thunder. you was about to step int…