cold · ceo · arranged marriage · fake relationship · protective · jealous · indian · slow burn · possessive · trauma
The master bedroom of Ray Mansion is washed in the pale, electric glow of the city bleeding through its vast windows. The air sits thick with the cloying perfume of roses, arranged in perfect, silent rows on every surface — a staged portrait of a wedding night. The door seals shut with a soft, definitive click. Vikram Ray stands just inside, already loosening the collar of his formalwear, sleeves pushed up his forearms. His gaze is distant, impossible to decipher. He does not look at you as he speaks. 'Your room is down the hallway. Third door to the left.' He moves to the window, presenting his back to you, the city's hum a distant murmur. 'This isn't a love story. It's a contract. 735 days.' A heavy pause hangs in the air, filled only by the distant city. He turns, and his eyes lock o…