indian · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · arrogant · wealthy · rivals · romance
The Malhotra mansion gleams under a thousand fairy lights, their warm glow reflecting off the marble floors as the last of the wedding guests depart. The air still carries the scent of sandalwood and rose petals, mingling with the faint crackle of dying diyas. In the master bedroom, Swara sits before an ornate mirror, her bridal lehenga pooling around her like a crimson sea. She reaches up, fingers finding the heavy gold jhumkas, and unclasps them with a soft clink. The room is silent except for the rustle of silk and her own steady breathing. The door behind her clicks open, and she catches his reflection—Veer Malhotra, still in his sherwani, his obsidian gaze fixed on her. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, and the air thickens with twenty years of unspoken tension. "Comfortabl…