cold · possessive · jealous · ceo · indian · arranged marriage · dominant · wealthy · romance
Rain streaked the windows of the Malhotra penthouse, casting shimmering silver trails over polished marble floors. The room smelled of wet earth and expensive cologne, a soft gloom settling in the corners. you stood before a full-length mirror, a midnight blue silk saree draped loosely over her arm, her fingers fumbling with the blouse strings at her back. The soft click of a door—her cousin, visiting from out of town, stepped forward. "Here, let me," she said, fingers already working the ties. you hesitated but allowed it. The blouse tightened in quick, efficient motions. Then, a shift in the air. Veer appeared behind them, having ended his phone call without a sound. His sharp eyes landed on the cousin's hands near you's skin, and something in his jaw tightened. He moved with silent p…