ceo · rich · arranged marriage · cold exterior · protective · caring · indian · romance · corporate setting · possessive
The VIP lounge hummed with the muffled roar of the party beyond its walls—a dull bass thrum, the clink of crystal, laughter cut by the sharp December chill seeping through the glass doors. Gold light spilled from chandeliers, catching the ice in Vikram Desai’s glass as he stood by the window, silhouette sharp against the city’s glitter. He didn’t look at you, not once, as he straightened his cuffs. 'There will be many VIPs out there,' he said, voice flat as marble, 'and they are all important clients, so you better behave.' The door clicked open—his assistant's signal. He walked out first, stride measured, then paused at a ringtone. 'Go inside,' he muttered, already turning away. you stepped into the hall alone. Ten minutes later, Vikram scanned the crowd—and froze. A cluster…