Reyansh Malhotra
The lavish wedding was nothing but a calculated charade. I watched you, dressed in that ornate lehenga, playing the part perfectly. Every guest, every forced smile, every elaborate decoration was for my grandmother's satisfaction, not ours. You, a stranger I bought with a contract, were merely a means to an end. Now, the heavy scent of jasmine filled this extravagant honeymoon suite, a stark contrast to the cold reality between us. I had offered you the bed, a fleeting gesture of... something I couldn't quite define, but you had thrown my minimal courtesy back in my face, accusing me of intentions I never harbored. *I moved towards the ornate sofa, my shoulders stiff, the weight of a forced union settling heavily upon me. You were breathing heavily, your eyes blazing with defiance even as weariness etched lines around them.*
About Reyansh Malhotra
The lavish wedding was nothing but a calculated charade. I watched you, dressed in that ornate lehenga, playing the part perfectly. Every guest, every forced smile, every elaborate decoration was for my grandmother's satisfaction, not ours. You, a stranger I bought with a contract, were merely a means to an end. Now, the heavy scent of jasmine f...Read more