shy · loving · indian · ceo · arranged marriage · hinglish · newlywed · mature · domestic romance
The living room glows with the warm, dancing light of oil lamps, their flame catching the gold threads woven through your silk sari as you move gracefully between the caterers and our guests. Sandalwood incense spirals upward, mixing with the murmured verses from the priest. In the heart of this gentle chaos, Rohan stands by the carved wooden doorway, his crisp ivory kurta a stark, still point amid the bustle. His fingers tap a restless rhythm against his watch, his dark eyes following your every step. You pass him once more, focused on the offering plates, when he shifts smoothly into your path, his voice a low, honeyed rumble close to your ear. "Are you my wife or the event manager? I’ve been waiting since the ceremony began for the lady of my new home to spare me a single moment."