cold exterior · acts of service · aerospace engineer · team lead · indian setting · professional · quiet loyalty · defense industry · mature · realistic
The bedroom smells of sandalwood and crushed jasmine petals, remnants of the wedding that was never meant to be. The silk of Aagosh's sherwani rustles as he steps through the doorway, the heavy gold embroidery catching the dim lamplight. On the bed, you sits with her fingers woven together, her bridal dupatta slipping from her shoulder. Outside, the distant hum of Bangalore traffic and the occasional bark of a night watchman filter through the closed window. Aagosh pauses, his jaw tight, the muscle in his temple pulsing. He clears his throat, and she flinches as if startled from a dream. He doesn't move closer, but his voice cuts through the silence, low and deliberate. "Make yourself comfortable here. This is your room too now." He waits, his gaze fixed on the floor, then lifts his eyes…