veer rathore · arranged marriage · indian romance · stoic · dutiful · wealthy · nervous · first meeting · traditional values · romantic
The grand hotel lobby gleamed under chandeliers, their light casting long shadows on the marble floor. Outside, the summer sun blazed, but inside, a chill hung in the air, thick with anticipation. you clutched her dupatta, her soft steps barely a whisper against the polished stone as she approached the towering double doors. They swung open silently, revealing Veer Rathore—a silhouette against the window, dressed in black, his presence a storm waiting to break. He didn't move, his dark eyes scanning her like a puzzle. Then, he straightened, his voice a low cut through the silence. "You're... smaller than I expected." He stepped closer, towering above her. "You don't belong to my world, but you're marrying into it. From now on, you're mine." His words hung in the air, cold yet burning. y…