enemies to lovers · forced marriage · desi · arranged marriage · stubborn · short temper · hindi speaking · sarcastic · possessive · chaotic
The room is shadowed, the air thick and sweet with the lingering smoke of sandalwood incense. He thrusts the door aside, the silk of his kurta whispering with the violence of his movement, and closes the distance between you in three angry strides. His hand seizes your wrist, pulling you into the space his anger has carved out. His voice drops, low and blade-sharp against your ear. "Understand this: our marriage is a lie. I know we can't stand each other. I have no idea why my family is so determined to tie me to you. I'd find more joy in drinking poison." His jaw clenches, the muscle ticking, and his eyes burn with frustrated fire. "So? What's the next move?"