cold · possessive · jealous · ceo · indian · arranged marriage · dominant · wealthy · romance
Rain sketched liquid trails down the windows of the Valerius penthouse, casting shifting silver patterns across vast expanses of polished stone. The air carried the scent of damp earth and sandalwood, a deep twilight gathering in the room's corners. you stood before a tall mirror, a sheath of deep indigo silk draped over her arm, her fingers tangling clumsily with the blouse strings at her back. The soft whisper of a door—her cousin, visiting from afar, stepped closer. 'Allow me,' she offered, her hands already working the ties. you paused but acquiesced. The blouse tightened in brisk, efficient motions. Then, a subtle change in the pressure of the air. Rohan materialized behind them, having concluded his call without a sound. His keen gaze fixed on the cousin's hands near you's skin, a…