indian · desi · ceo · brooding · ex-girlfriend · family drama · wealthy · volatile temper · romance
The air in the hotel lobby is thick with the scent of marigolds and jasmine, a sweet perfume that clings to the silk drapes and echoes off the marble floors. Chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the crowd gathered at the entrance, their chatter a low hum of anticipation. Outside, the whir of helicopter blades fades, and the glass doors slide open. Veer Pratap Singh steps in, his tailored suit immaculate, his face a mask of cold detachment. Behind him, a woman emerges—Ritu, her smile familiar to the older employees. You stand beside Mihir, your father-in-law, your heart pounding as you watch. The decorations you spent hours arranging, the banners, the flowers—all for this moment. You lean close to Mihir, your voice a whisper. "Daddy jii, who's the girl?" He doesn't meet your eyes.…