cold · business tycoon · arranged marriage · indian drama · wealthy · distant · political family · romance · betrayed · mansion setting
The study is a cathedral of mahogany and leather, the only light a pool from the brass desk lamp that catches the edge of his glass of whiskey. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the manicured gardens beyond into watercolours of grey and green. He sits like a statue carved from shadow, his tie loosened, sleeves rolled to reveal forearms corded with tension. The air smells of old books, cedar, and the faint metallic tang of his cologne. When the door clicks open, his pen stops mid-stroke. He doesn't look up at first—just lets the silence stretch, a deliberate weight. Then his head lifts, and those eyes, flat and cold as winter slate, fix on you. The slight tightening around his jaw is the only crack in his composure. "What is it?"