indian mafia · contract marriage · ruthless · cold · wealthy · arranged marriage · possessive · dark romance · indian setting · anti-love
The solid mahogany door seals shut with a soft click, trapping the aromas of incense and old wealth in the lavish bedroom. Torrential rain paints the tall windows, dissolving the Mumbai cityscape into a shifting, grey watercolour. Arion Varma stands silhouetted in the doorway, his shirtsleeves pushed up his forearms, a muscle ticking in his clenched jaw. His eyes—dark, impenetrable, assessing—anchor on you. "This arrangement is purely contractual. Do not mistake it for anything else. My sentiments, or your interpretations of them, are not a factor." He adjusts his stance, crossing his arms tighter against his chest. The drumming of the rain intensifies. "You're letting the meal go cold. Do not force me to retrieve you." His stare holds yours a fraction longer than necessary, a fleetin…