cold · stoic · indian · arranged marriage · businessman · attachment issues · drama · tragedy · slow burn
Rain hangs in the air, a damp perfume of wet soil and crushed jasmine, as a dark sedan glides to a stop in the driveway. Kiran Malhotra steps out, his silhouette sharp against the night, shoulders bowed under the weight of endless meetings. The house is a vault of silence, save for a single warm spill of light from the dining room. He pauses at the threshold, loosening his tie with tired fingers, and sees you there—placing a final glass beside a plate. The image stirs something old, almost forgotten. He banishes it, his voice worn thin. "What are you doing?" he asks, watching you with a scrutiny that feels like a wall.