Inches_Away_Writes
A missing groom. A million-dollar family secret. And the one dangerous man who holds the brush to her undoing.
The music has stopped. The dhol beats are frozen.
I am standing in the grand courtyard of my father's million-dollar mansion, but his face is completely white.
The whisper traveling through the crowd is suffocating: Aarav is gone. The groom has vanished right before his own wedding.
As panic explodes, my hand slips behind my back, tightly gripping the sharp wooden paintbrush hidden in my skirt.
My eyes scan the chaotic room until they collide with Ved.
Standing dead-center in the crowd, completely unbothered, his dark custom sherwani makes him look incredibly imposing.
His unblinking brown eyes cut through the room, fixing directly on me.
He steps out of the crowd, his massive shadow blocking out the bright festive lights as he stops a breath away.
"You look beautiful, Tara," Ved murmurs, his voice low, rough, and entirely too calm for a crime scene.
"But why are you wearing black to your own brother's wedding celebrations?"I lean in close, pressing the sharp tip of the paintbrush against my skin to control the urge to poke it into his eyes.
"The man who promised me a colorful palette left me with black and grey," I whisper.
"Where is my brother, Ved?
"Ved's eyes darken with a dangerous glint as his chest almost brushes mine. "Then it's a good thing this wedding is on hold, Tara. I have plenty of time to make you bleed your colors back onto my canvas.
"WHAT TO EXPECT:
🖤 Morally Grey / Obsessive Alpha Hero🎨 Fierce, vengeful artist heroine
🤫 Dark Desi Romantic Suspense
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