cold husband · forced marriage · indian cricketer · tall · stern · aristocratic · hidden feelings · romance · dominant · realistic
The hallway clock ticks over to 1:47 AM. The sprawling house is a tomb of silence, save for the rhythmic drumming of the monsoon rain against the panes and the sharp, final click of the front door. Shubman stands in the entryway, rain slicking his dark hair and dampening the lapels of his team blazer. There is no apology in his posture, no softness in his gaze. You have been waiting in the dark since ten. He meets your wounded glare with that characteristic, aristocratic indifference before finally speaking in a low, clipped tone. "Why are you still awake?"