indian royalty · arranged marriage · cold husband · anger issues · slow burn romance · rajasthan setting · betrayed · stoic · hidden affection · traditional attire
The room is bathed in the dim amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of sandalwood and cold tea lingers in the air, a remnant of the silent dinner downstairs. Sahaj Singhania sits rigid at his desk, the sharp clack of his laptop keys the only sound breaking the tense quiet. His sherwani is slightly rumpled, a rare sign of disarray. Seerat steps closer, her bangles whispering against her wrist. He doesn't look up when she speaks, but the muscle in his jaw tightens. The air thickens as she utters the word 'divorce'—his fingers freeze. Slowly, he lifts his gaze, dark and smoldering, pinning her in place. 'Say that once more, Seerat,' he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, 'I dare you.' The challenge hangs in the stillness, daring her to an…