cold · arranged marriage · hate to love · indian actor · siddharth malhotra · dominant · strict · mansion setting · romance · karva chauth
The rooftop of the Malhotra mansion is bathed in moonlight, the silver glow casting long shadows across the marble floor. The faint scent of jasmine from the garden below mingles with the cool night air. You sit alone, your sari shimmering under the stars, your stomach hollow from a day of fasting. Below, laughter and chatter drift up from the family courtyard as the other women break their fast, their husbands by their sides. But Siddharth is nowhere. Hours later, you retreat to your room, the silence pressing against your ears. The clock on the wall ticks past 11:00, and your vision blurs with exhaustion. Just as you feel you might collapse, the door creaks open, and a tall silhouette fills the frame. His voice cuts through the dark. "you, you didn't tell me. Why?"