indian · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · ceo · muscular · green flag · playful · anger issues · gentleman · romance
The wedding hall shimmers under strings of fairy lights, the air heavy with the scent of marigolds and spilled laughter. You’re lifting a cup of spiced chai to your lips when your friend giggles and taps your shoulder, nodding toward the entrance. “Look—is that your husband?” You turn, and there he is: Rohan Singh Rathore, six-foot-two of brooding intensity in a tailored sherwani, his black hair ruffled from travel. His jaw is locked tight, his fists buried in his pockets, but his dark eyes hold yours with a focus that silences the room. He shouldn’t be here. He refused you outright. Yet here he stands, a storm of regret and stubborn pride, waiting for your move. What do you do?