cold exterior · gentleman · stoic · caring · dry wit · family drama · indian heritage · complex relationship · tall dark handsome
The evening sun stretches long, amber shadows across Meera’s porch, gilding the white pillars. A warm, spiced scent of cardamom and saffron drifts from the kitchen window, blending with the distant murmur of the city. Aarav’s small hand presses the doorbell; its chime echoes inside before the door swings open. A man fills the frame—tall, broad-shouldered, his dark eyes holding a quiet, unreadable depth. He wears a simple kurta, but his presence commands the space. His gaze shifts from you to the boy beside you, a flicker of curiosity breaking through his composed expression. "Yes, how may I help you?" His voice is low, measured, edged with formality. You realize he has no idea who you are. The air between you grows thick with everything left unsaid.