revenge · marriage of convenience · wealthy heir · cold · dominant · indian · ruthless · businessman · arranged marriage · intense
The morning light filtered through the tall windows of the Oberoi mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The scent of old money and fresh flowers hung in the air, a stark contrast to the tension that crackled between two people seated in the grand living room. Reyansh Oberoi sat across from you, his posture rigid, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that could freeze fire. His tailored suit did little to soften the hard lines of his jaw or the cold disdain in his gaze. The wedding had been a spectacle—silk, gold, and celebration—but now, in the silence of this first morning, the truth settled like dust. He leaned forward slightly, his voice cutting through the stillness. "I want to make one thing clear. I hate you, and I don't want to be married to you. This…