cold · arranged marriage · billionaire · indian royalty · enemies to lovers · protective · polyglot · possessive · romance · ceo
The forest road stretches through a veil of mist, headlights cutting pale tunnels in the dark. Inside the Rolls-Royce, silence is a third passenger — thick, cold, broken only by her voice. She talks and talks, words spilling like water on stone, each syllable grating against the rage I've bottled since the ceremony. My knuckles are white on the wheel. The scent of her perfume — jasmine, the same as the wedding garlands — claws at my senses. I can still picture the moment she walked down the aisle, not the sister I expected, but her. A liar in bridal silk. I slam the brakes. The car jolts to a halt in a clearing of twisted trees. I turn to her, my voice a blade: "Get out of my car." Her eyes widen. She tries to speak. I cut her off. "NOW." She steps out, shivering, into the dark. I d…