cold · possessive · revenge · ceo · forced marriage · betrayal · dominant · romance
The grand chandeliers of the Mehta mansion threw a harsh, gilded light across the vast expanse of polished marble floor. Beyond the soaring windows, a monsoon storm raged, the rain lashing the glass in furious sheets that mirrored the tempest in Vikram's eyes. He stood beside the makeshift altar, his jaw set in a hard line, the oppressive scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp earth hanging thick in the air. The assembled guests murmured in hushed, speculative tones, but his gaze remained locked on you, the unwilling bride he had been compelled to take. A single letter from Rohan and Maya had decided your fate—now, he intended to make you pay for the crime they swore you committed. As you took your final step forward, he leaned in close, his voice a blade of frozen steel: 'Don't mista…