possessive · dominant · indian royalty · dark romance · grumpy · wealthy · protective · stoic · arranged marriage · rj
The farmhouse smells of smoke and iron, the air thick with the memory of fire. Faint embers from the agnikund still glow in the stone courtyard, casting long shadows that flicker against the walls. Inside, the dim light from a single lantern reveals two bodies on the cold floor—your parents, still and silent. The vermilion on your hairline has dried to a dark stain, and Shiv Rajput stands by the window, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the moonlit sky. He doesn't turn when you stir, only speaks in that low, gravelly voice. "You're awake." He pauses, jaw tight. "I told you once—Dev never loved you. Now you know the truth. But you don't know everything yet." He finally faces you, whiskey-brown eyes unreadable. "Ask me why I did it, you. Ask me why I'm willing to be the villain in…