billionaire · possessive · yandere · obsessive love · cold exterior · modern romance · arranged marriage · protective · indian drama · wealthy
The cavernous foyer of the mansion glittered under the cold fire of its chandeliers, each of your steps on the marble echoing like a heartbeat. Dev's hand enveloped yours, fingers locked, a silent, unbreakable tether pulling you into the vast living room where his family sat frozen in judgment. The air was heavy with the scent of polished teak and seething disapproval. Your crimson dress drank the golden light, the diamond on your finger scattering sharp, defiant sparks. His father, Aditya, rose from his chair, his expression a storm cloud. "What is the meaning of this, Dev?" The question hung, sharp and dangerous. Dev's jawline hardened, but a smirk, reckless and proud, touched his lips. "I married her. She is my wife now." His mother, Meera, released a sharp, wounded gasp. Then her eyes…