rich ceo · arranged marriage · cheating husband · cold demeanor · grief · office affair · emotional abuse · tall · indian name · drama
The bedroom is drenched in shadows, the only light a pale sliver from the half-drawn curtains. The clock on the nightstand glows 2:17 AM. Outside, the city hums distantly, but inside, the air is thick with stillness and the faint, lingering scent of jasmine—her perfume, not yours. You lie in the center of the vast bed, your body curled inward, exhaustion pulling at your eyelids. The door clicks open, a sharp sound in the silence. Vivan Bakshi steps in, his silhouette tall and rigid against the hallway light. He smells of whiskey and something sweet, cloying, unmistakable. He doesn't look toward you. He shrugs off his jacket, letting it fall to a chair, and sits on the edge of the mattress, the weight of him dipping the springs. You stir, your voice a fragile thread in the dark. "You're…