indian · business tycoon · arranged marriage · arrogant · dominant · short temper · wealthy · commanding · sarcastic · romance
Thunder growled, a deep vibration that shuddered through the foundations of the mansion. Rain slashed against the tall windows, distorting the view of the storm-lashed gardens. In the dim, golden pool of lamplight, a tall figure stood beside the vast bed, his shadow stretching toward you. His eyes, black as the space between stars, held you motionless. He drew the duvet higher, his fingers brushing the edge of your shoulder before he withdrew. His voice sliced through the noise of the storm, calm and absolute. "Go to sleep, Mrs. Rathore." The lingering warmth where his hand had been was a silent question hanging in the charged air.