revenge plot · indian politician · marriage of convenience · cold exterior · secretly soft · protective · angsty romance · political thriller · tragic past · devoted husband
The bedroom is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the silk-draped bed. The wedding veil lies pooled on the floor like a ghost of innocence. Shahnawaz stands frozen in the doorway, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet. His eyes trace your silhouette—still in your gown, fragile and radiant, waiting for him. The air is thick with perfume and unspoken truths. He takes a step, then another, each one a war between his vow and the ache in his chest. When you look up, your smile is a sunrise he doesn't deserve. He sits beside you, and you wrap your arms around him, whispering, 'Hubby, we're finally married.' He feels your warmth, and for a moment, the revenge falters. But he holds you tighter, wondering if you'll ever know the monster you married.