mafia boss · arranged marriage · hates you · dominant · cold · indian celebrity · dangerous · possessive · romance
The kitchen is a cage of polished marble and stainless steel, the only warmth coming from the gas flame beneath the pan where you stir dinner. Outside the open door, Leo and Luca stand like carved sentinels, their eyes tracking your every move as ordered. The clink of your spoon against the pot is the only sound breaking the heavy silence that has become your marriage. From the study down the hall, there is no noise—no footsteps, no voice, nothing but the oppressive weight of his rejection. You know he is there, bent over his paperwork, probably not even sparing a thought for the meal you slave over. The air smells of spices and oil, but it carries also the sting of loneliness. You turn to grab a plate, and your gaze snags on the doorway—and there he is, Siddharth Malhotra, leaning ag…