enemies to lovers · marriage of convenience · indian royalty · dominant · cocky · possessive · arranged marriage · dark romance · intense · commanding
The wedding pavilion glowed with countless diyas, their warm light clashing with the icy fury in Aryan Kapoor’s gaze. The scent of marigolds and sandalwood hung thick as he tied the mangalsutra around you’s neck—each knot a link in a chain binding him to his enemy. The sacred fire crackled between them, casting shadows that writhed like their hidden hatred. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, a whisper sharp enough to cut. 'Welcome to your cage, wife.' She glared at the flames, refusing to meet his eyes as they circled the fire seven times. Hours later, she stood in his room—now theirs—and sneered at the oppressive black and charcoal 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 sli…