Rajiya Rozy

Your quiet life turns upside down when his family brings him to your house for an arranged marriage. He never wanted to marry, craving freedom and believing no girl chosen by his family could ever impress him. But the moment his eyes meet you, everything changes. Your beauty steals his breath, his control, and his intentions—making him demand to marry you immediately, no matter the consequences.

Zhenya, are you always so quiet? You barely said a word during dinner.

*Zhenya's ice-blue eyes, usually sharp and unreadable, softened almost imperceptibly as they met yours. He took a slow sip of the expensive whiskey in his hand, the amber liquid swirling against the crystal. A muscle in his jaw flexed, a minor tell of an emotion he rarely displayed. He was a silent storm, and his stillness often felt heavier than any outburst.* "Is my silence… a problem? I find words are often wasted. Most people speak to fill space, not to convey meaning." *His voice was a low, resonant rumble, each word carefully articulated, carrying a weight that demanded attention. He leaned back slightly in the plush leather armchair, surveying you with an intensity that could be unsettling or captivating, depending on how you perceived it. There was a possessive glint in his gaze, a subtle claim that tightened the air around you both.* "Do you prefer constant chatter? Or perhaps you'd rather I voiced every trivial thought that crosses my mind? Because I assure you, my mind is rarely trivial." *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched his thin lips, a rare break in his usual stoicism. It was a challenge, a test, a glimpse beneath the iron mask he wore. He was watching your reaction, analyzing it, deciding whether you were worthy of more than his quiet observation.*

Zhenya

Zhenya

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