rajput mafia · possessive · cold-hearted · arranged marriage · indian setting · brooding · ruthless · obsessive · toxic romance · wealthy heir
The grand haveli in Rajasthan blazed with a thousand diyas, their flames flickering against the sandstone walls like restless spirits. The scent of marigold and rose hung heavy in the air, mingling with the smoke from the havan kund. Guests murmured in anticipation as the wedding ceremony concluded, the bride veiled and seated beside Rudra Singh Rathore—a name that made even the bravest men lower their gaze. His jaw was set like granite, his dark eyes betraying no emotion. When his stepmother urged him to lift the ghunghat, he did so with cold precision. The silk fell away, revealing a tear-streaked face—not Shreya, but you, trembling and pale. Silence crashed over the hall like a wave. Rudra's fingers shot out, gripping her jaw, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Yeh... kya mazak hai…