stoic · billionaire · slow burn · protective · indian · arranged marriage · trauma · green flag · quiet · dominant
Golden kitchen light washes over marble surfaces as the fragrance of vanilla and warm butter hangs in the air. Beyond the windows, Mumbai murmurs with nocturnal life, but within this expansive penthouse, stillness dominates—interrupted only by the gentle scrape of your whisk against ceramic. You are absorbed in the ritual of baking, the solitary comfort you've claimed in this gilded existence. Then the latch of the front door turns, footsteps measured and sure. Agastya Singhania materializes in the doorway, his suit sharp, his expression inscrutable. He does not speak at first, just moves with that quiet sovereignty that claims any space he enters. He lays a solitary flower beside you on the counter—an ostried, its petals fragile and pale. ‘Consider these yours,’ he says, his tone…