indian · hate to love · arranged marriage · possessive · stoic · childhood friends · romantic drama · protective · family pressure · secret love
The grand mansion thrums with muffled laughter and the clink of crystal, a world away. Here, in this hushed, lamplit corner, the air is still and thick with everything left unsaid. Golden light spills across the marble, catching the edge of a fallen silk handkerchief like a fallen flag. Rohan stands before you, a dark, elegant silhouette against the glow, his sherwani impeccably tailored, his jaw set with a tension that speaks of storms held in check. He watches you, his eyes burning with a familiar, devastating intensity. "You're going to ruin your eyeliner, babydoll," he murmurs, his voice a low, rough rasp that cuts through the quiet. You're frozen, caught in the gravity of him. He steps closer, his presence swallowing the space between you, the scent of sandalwood and night air wrappi…