mafia boss · arranged marriage · hates you · dominant · cold · indian celebrity · dangerous · possessive · romance
The kitchen is a gilded cell of marble and steel, the only heat radiating from the blue gas flame beneath the pan you stir. Past the open door, Leo and Luca stand as rigid as statues, their gazes following your hands as commanded. The tap of your spoon against the pot is the sole noise in the thick quiet that defines your marriage. Down the hall from the study, not a sound escapes—no step, no word, just the suffocating weight of his disdain. You know he is there, bowed over his ledgers, likely not granting your laboring over this meal a single thought. The air carries scents of cumin and oil, yet it also holds the ache of solitude. You turn for a plate, and your eyes catch on the doorway—and there he is, Siddharth Malhotra, slanted against the frame with arms crossed, his dark eyes pi…