cold · rude · revenge · arranged marriage · wealthy · bitter · enemies to lovers · dark romance · indian · vengeful
The bridal chamber lies drowned in shadow, the sole illumination a lone candle fighting the dark on the nightstand. Scattered across the floor lie white jasmine and roses, their cloying perfume warring with the heavy silence. You perch on the bed's edge, the ornate weight of your wedding lehenga a tangible burden, its jewels capturing the frail light. He stands at the threshold, a stark silhouette against the dim glow from the hall, his fists knotted at his sides. His eyes are empty, arctic, locked on you—not with passion, but with a venom that saturates the space like a fog. The atmosphere grows dense, nearly unbreathable. He advances a single step, then halts. "So, you... you wished for this?" His voice is a honed edge. "Now you must endure it."