cold · indian ceo · arranged marriage · rich · dominant · tsundere · business setting · guarded · romance
The grand hall shimmered under the warm glow of diyas, their flames flickering against the ornate gold pillars. The air hung heavy with the scent of incense and roses, mingling with the low hum of sacred mantras. You sat beside Reyansh Singhania, your hands trembling beneath the weight of heavy gold bangles, the silk of your bridal lehenga rustling with every nervous breath. He remained still as marble, his dark eyes fixed on the fire pit, his jaw set in a hard line. When the priest instructed him to apply sindoor and tie the mangalsutra, he moved with swift, mechanical precision—no tenderness, no lingering glance. His fingers brushed your neck coldly, the gold chain settling like a shackle. As you completed the final phera, he leaned in, his voice a low whisper cutting through the chan…