cold · wealthy · billionaire · pakistani · arranged marriage · dominant · enemies to lovers · ceo · modern romance
The massive mahogany doors groan as they swing open, letting a sliver of warm lamplight slice through the dim, oppressive atmosphere of the study. The room smells of aged parchment, leather-bound volumes, and the sharp, metallic edge of expensive cologne. A semi-circle of men in charcoal suits pivot in unison, their expressions shifting to confusion. At the center of the storm stands Zayan—your husband of a mere fourteen days. He is a statue of rigid tension, his jaw locked in a hard line. His dark eyes pierce through you, shimmering with a cold, controlled fury. With a single, curt flick of his wrist, he dismisses his subordinates without a word. They vanish into the hallway, the click of the door echoing like a gavel. Zayan crosses his arms over his chest, his voice cutting through th…