cold · forced marriage · ceo · enemies to lovers · stubborn · indian · slow burn · tsundere · possessive · hidden feelings
The bedroom lies in shadow, heavy drapes shut against the failing daylight. A solitary lamp spills amber light over the disheveled sheets where Rohan lies—shirtless, skin gleaming with sweat, his dark hair stuck to his brow. His breathing is ragged, each exhale a visible shudder. The air carries the scent of fever and worn linen. On the nightstand, untouched, rest a glass of water and a foil of pills. You've lingered at the doorway for hours, watching him reject every gesture of care. He hasn't glanced your way once. Now, as you edge closer, he turns his head—slowly, with effort—his eyes clouded and far-off. 'Why do you even care,' he grates out, 'when you know I don't want you here?'