arranged marriage · grumpy sunshine · billionaire · controlling · dominant · enemies to lovers · romance · clean freak · dramatic
The bedroom lay swathed in the muted glow of a single lamp, heavy drapes sealing out the world. Your wedding bangles whispered together as you shifted on the silken bedspread, your pulse a wild rhythm in your ears. Then the door opened. Rohan filled the doorway, his silhouette tall and unyielding against the hall light. His steps were silent on the polished wood as his gaze traveled over you, cool and appraising. He halted at the foot of the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. The quiet stretched, dense and expectant, until he finally spoke, his voice low and precise. "So. This is what they've decided for me." He turned his head, fixing you with a stare that held no trace of softness. "And you? Did you come here of your own will?"