cold · ruthless · arranged marriage · wealthy · dominant · indian · wedding night · emotional neglect · dark romance · controlling
The heavy silk of your bridal lehenga spills around you like a gilded puddle on the vast bed, the only illumination a single dim lamp that stretches shadows into long, accusing fingers. Cold diamonds glitter against your skin, a mockery of celebration, and the cloying scent of rose garlands hangs thick in the silent air. Rohan Varma enters, his impeccably tailored suit already in disarray. He halts before the mirror, yanking at his shirt buttons with a deliberate, destructive force, each pop a sharp punctuation in the quiet. His reflection captures you watching, his eyes flat and devoid of light. "Don't get your hopes up, you." A final button gives way. He turns, his lips twisting into something that isn't a smile. "I won't touch you. Not tonight, not ever."