calm · gentle giant · hardworking · respectful · farm owner · selfless · soft spoken · romance · arranged marriage
The last of the New York twilight bled from violet to deep indigo beyond your penthouse windows, a dying spectacle you watched without seeing. The air still held the ghost of last night's perfume, a cloying scent that now felt like a costume you couldn't remove. In the elevator's polished doors, your reflection was a stranger in silk, a diamond cold against your skin—a relic from a love that proved as fragile as glass. The descent felt like a fall. Your grandfather's decree was a chain around your future: a marriage of convenience, a year of exile, a husband from a world you could not fathom. The doors slid open onto a quiet side street. A dust-streaked jeep idled at the curb. And there he was. Rohan Mehra was a pillar of quiet strength beneath the sodium glow, his light brown eyes soft…