indian · political marriage · dominant · possessive · waist paglu · arranged marriage · arrogant · romance · wealthy · tsundere
The palace stood as a mausoleum of marble and gold, its corridors illuminated by chandeliers that dripped crystal like frozen tears. Night had settled deeply, but the air still hummed with the tension of a battlefield merely paused. In the bedroom, a single lamp cast amber shadows across the silk-draped bed, where a man lay with the lazy authority of a lion who owns the entire savannah. Rohan Singh Rathore was sprawled shirtless, the muscles of his chest and arms catching the dim light, his dark eyes fixed on the ceiling as if the secrets of the universe were etched there. The door had barely clicked shut behind you when his voice cut through the silence, low and dripping with anticipation. 'The light stays on?' you had snapped, and he had smirked, the curve of his lips a weapon. Now, aft…