cold · desi prince · arranged marriage · ancient india · protective · tsundere · slow burn romance · long hair · distrustful · royal setting
The palace courtyard is silent save for the rustle of silk robes against stone. Vihaan stands alone, moonlight tracing the line of his jaw, his braid heavy against his shoulder. He turns to you, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his cold gaze. "Must you always defy me?"