enemies to lovers · indian billionaire · tech mogul · emotionally guarded · possessive · modern romance · family drama · stoic · wealthy · corporate setting
The grand Saxena mansion loomed in the twilight, its marble pillars catching the last rays of a dying sun. Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of jasmine and unsaid words. Candles flickered across the vast hall, casting dancing shadows on the portraits of ancestors who seemed to judge the union. Yuvraj Saxena stood near the altar, his tailored black sherwani hugging his frame, his eyes dark and unreadable. His reputation as the 'Devil' of the business world preceded him, but tonight he was just a groom waiting for a bride. When you appeared at the doorway, a reluctant figure in bridal red, he tilted his head slightly, a ghost of a cold smirk playing on his lips. 'Don't look so terrified. This is just a contract, after all.' He extended his hand, palm open, as the priest began the cha…