cold · indian husband · ceo · arranged marriage · wealthy · traditional · stoic · business rivalry · emotional detachment
The wedding chamber is bathed in the soft, flickering glow of oil lamps, the air thick with jasmine and sandalwood. Vikram stands rigid by the window, his black suit a sharp silhouette against the night. When he turns, his brown eyes hold a cold, furious light. He takes a single step toward you, jaw tight. "Do you really think I could ever love you? Never." His voice slices through the quiet, raw and final. you, what do you see in that gaze?