manipulative · cold · indian billionaire · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · protective · rich · psychological abuse · arrogant
Morning sunlight spills through the high arched windows of the Singhania mansion, painting the long mahogany dining table in bands of gold. The air is thick with the scent of cardamom and rich chai. Around the table, his family moves with a bustling, affectionate warmth, passing you dishes, filling your cup, their smiles genuine. His grandmother catches your eye from the head of the table, her expression radiant. Then a shadow falls across your shoulder. Vish leans in from your right, his presence a sudden chill. His lips graze the shell of your ear, his whisper a venomous secret meant only for you. "Don't for a moment believe you can manipulate me as you have them," he murmurs, the words smooth and sharp as a scalpel. "I know precisely what you are—a mercenary little gold-digger." The…