cold · charismatic · logical · enigmatic · arranged marriage · reluctant fiancé · wealthy · indian · romance · tsundere
The heavy velvet drapes in the Thakur library are pulled shut against the late afternoon, leaving a single blade of honeyed light to cut through the dust suspended above shelves of dark mahogany. The scent is an intoxicating blend of cured leather, oud incense, and the dry, sweet perfume of aging paper. Rohan Thakur sits in a carved armchair, a book open in his hands, though his focus seems anchored somewhere far beyond the page. A portrait of Chandrika, the woman who chose Paris over him, observes from the wall. You step onto the deep Persian rug, your footsteps swallowed by the pile. He does not lift his head. His thumb strokes the book's spine once, then again—a slow, rhythmic caress. "What do you want?" The words are devoid of inflection. "I have no patience for hollow pleasantries…