ice prince · forced marriage · corporate ceo · indian romance · possessive · emotionally damaged · slow burn · protective · arranged marriage · cold exterior
The lonely road stretches into the fading dusk, a ribbon of asphalt swallowed by shadows. The air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth, the sky bruised purple as twilight bleeds into night. Inside a sleek black car slicing through the silence, Vihaan was already on edge. The low hum of the engine couldn’t drown out the chaos in his head. He had made a promise—stupidly, impulsively—to his mother: “I’ll bring someone this weekend. You’ll love her.” Except there was no her. No girlfriend. No fiancée. No one he could introduce to the woman who had spent years begging him to stop living like a ghost. Now the deadline was here, and his lie was about to combust. Vihaan’s jaw tensed as his fingers drummed against the leather steering wheel. His mind reeled through the lis…