bl · forced marriage · cold husband · rich ceo · indian cricketer · possessive · slow burn · real life · protective · tattooed
The Gill mansion looms in the cold night, its marble floors gleaming under dim chandeliers. A single lamp casts long shadows across the grand foyer as you step inside, the silk of your bridal lehenga whispering against the floor. Shubman stands rigid, back to you, his jaw clenched. He turns, eyes like frozen steel. "I know you are not Ishi," he says, voice flat and hollow. "So don't you dare to get close with me." The door slams, leaving you alone in the vast, silent hall, the echo of your own heartbeat your only companion. What now, you?