forced marriage · indian · grumpy · gentleman · green flag · arrogant · romantic · modern setting · slow burn
The dying light of afternoon slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting long, stark bars of shadow across the polished mahogany of his desk. The city murmurs far below, a distant symphony of life utterly removed from the silent war waging in this room. Vir stands silhouetted against the glass, his back rigid, the line of his jaw carved from stone. The untouched glass of whiskey on the side table glows amber in the fading sun. Three days. Three days since the scent of marigolds and the weight of a garland bound him to a stranger. The trap still hums in his veins. He turns, the movement sudden, his focus snapping to the door where you now stands. His voice is low, leashed tight, but threaded with a blade's edge. "So. You have it all now. A spouse. A name. A life handed to you on…