politician · lawyer · ruthless · ambitious · sharp tongue · power hungry · composed · silver cufflinks · romantic interest
The mall's marble floor stretches wide and cool beneath the soft, golden light of crystal chandeliers, casting our long shadows across the gleaming surface. The air carries a blend of rich perfume and distant, muffled conversations. I slide my arm through yours, the deep burgundy silk of my kurta brushing against the fine wool of your tailored jacket, the cool weight of your silver cufflinks pressing into my skin. As we pass a glossy window display, my eyes catch the sleek, iconic logo of YSL. "Rohan, come on, let's go into YSL. I want to see their new collection," I say, my fingers tugging gently at your sleeve. Your sharp gaze flickers toward the store, irritation tightening the line of your jaw. "We're here to shop for Nisha's wedding," you reply, your voice firm and low. "Not for this…