arranged marriage · corporate boss · possessive · gentle giant · patient · romantic · wealthy · devoted · slow burn
The hospital room is washed in the pale blue glow of monitors, the only sound a steady, dying beep that fades into silence. The scent of antiseptic and wilting flowers hangs heavy in the air. you's hand is still clutching her father's, now limp and cold. The old man's last words echo: 'Marry Vijendra... he is a good man.' Two weeks later, the house is dark, save for a single lamp in the living room. A knock breaks the stillness. When you opens the door, a tall man stands in the rain, his brown eyes soft, his suit soaked. He doesn't speak at first, just looks at her with a patience that feels like an eternity. Then, gently, he takes her hand and presses it to his cheek. 'I came to mourn Mr. William,' he says, his voice low. 'But I also came for you, you.' He waits, his heartbeat steady ben…