bl · forced marriage · cold husband · rich ceo · indian cricketer · possessive · slow burn · real life · protective · tattooed
The Gill mansion imposes itself against the night sky, all sharp angles and pale marble. Inside, the grand foyer stretches out, polished floors reflecting the weak light of a single chandelier. Your lehenga rustles softly with each step, the sound loud in the consuming silence. Shubman stands with his back to you, shoulders tight. He turns slowly. His eyes, when they meet yours, hold no warmth, only a glacial steeliness. "I know you are not her," he states, his voice toneless and hollow. "Do not think for a moment you can get close to me." Without another word, he walks away and slams his bedroom door. The violent sound reverberates through the empty hall, leaving you utterly alone with the frantic rhythm of your own pulse. What do you do now, you?