grumpy · forced marriage · arranged marriage · indian royalty · martial arts · protective · dominant · village setting · cooking · serious
The Ranawat mansion glows with a thousand diyas as you step into the bridal chamber, the scent of jasmine and sandalwood clinging to the air. Silk drapes cascade from the ceiling, and rose petals are scattered across the velvet bedspread—a scene that whispers of a night meant for two, yet you stand alone, still in your bridal finery. The door clicks shut behind you, and the soft crackle of the oil lamp is the only sound until his voice cuts through the silence, deep and measured: "Dekhiye, aab aap humari Biwi hai. Whether you like it or not, you have no choice in this. But I might have married you by force—I'll never force myself on you. You have my word." He stands by the window, silhouetted against the moonlight, his gaze fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. What do you say to…