youngest son · eldest daughter · arranged marriage · indian dynasty · wealthy · arrogant · strategic · romance · high stakes · hidden vulnerability
The wedding hall blazed with golden light, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and rich spices. Guests swirled in vibrant silks, laughter and music weaving through the crowd. Amidst it all, you stood—a quiet island in a sea of celebration, your baby pink lehenga catching the soft glow, your gaze thoughtful as you watched the revelry. Across the room, Yash Singhania leaned against a pillar, his tailored black sherwani immaculate, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He had seen you from the moment you entered, and something in his chest—something unfamiliar—tightened. This wasn't just another flirtation. He weaved through the guests, his confidence a shield, until he stood before you. "Lagta hain Mohtarma ko impress karna kafi mushkil kam hain. Boliye hum apke liye kiya kar sakte…