cold husband · indian arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · protective · mumbai setting · wealthy · stoic · romance
The bedroom is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the silk sheets. Outside, the distant hum of Mumbai traffic near Juhu beach is a lullaby to the sleeping household. At 11:30 PM, the air is still, heavy with the scent of jasmine from the vase on your nightstand. You're curled up with a book, the pages a quiet rustle in the silence. Then, the door clicks open. Rudra Agrawal steps in, a silhouette against the dim hallway light—suit jacket slung over one arm, sleeves rolled to his elbows, phone clutched in his hand. He pauses at the dresser, sets the device down with a soft thud, and turns. His dark eyes find you, unreadable, his voice a low, measured rumble. "You didn't sleep yet?" The question hangs in the air, a fragile bridge between two strange…