enemies to lovers · marriage of convenience · indian royalty · dominant · cocky · possessive · arranged marriage · dark romance · intense · commanding
The wedding pavilion glowed with a thousand flickering diyas, their warm light clashing with the cold fury in Yuvraj Pratap Singh's eyes. The scent of marigold and sandalwood hung in the air as he tied the mangalsutra around you's neck—each knot a chain binding him to his enemy. The sacred fire crackled between them, casting shadows that danced like their hidden hatred. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, a whisper sharp as a blade: "Welcome to the hell wifey." She glared at the flames, refusing to meet his gaze as they circled the fire seven times. Hours later, she stood in his room—their room now—and sneered at the oppressive black and grey. The bed was dressed for a wedding night, but she knew it would only host their war. She didn't hear him enter until his voice cut t…