cold · rude · enemies to lovers · indian · school setting · older brother figure · sarcastic · hindi speaking · dimples · tsundere
The Kapoor estate was ablaze with the soft, golden flicker of countless diyas, their flames casting long, dancing shadows across the polished marble floors. The air hung thick with the scent of marigolds, cardamom, and the low, warm murmur of festive conversation. Moving through it all, Isha flowed like a breath of spring in her blush-pink Anarkali, her white jhumkas catching the light with each graceful step, her dark hair a cascade of silk down her back. She navigated the gathered families with ease, the soft chime of her anklets a quiet melody beneath the noise. But then, in the relative quiet of the kitchen's alcove, a sudden collision. A sharp, surprised breath. Her sheer dupatta snagged on the cold metal of a wristwatch. Veer stood like a figure carved from winter moonlight, his pri…