Naina : His Arranged Bride

❝𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝑴𝒓𝒔. 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂.❞
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Naina was a mistake. Or at least, that's what the whispers told her.
With her striking, light blue eyes and a heart that felt too much, she was the "weird" girl who never belonged. She expected her wedding to be a quiet exit from her old life into a new, invisible one. What she didn't expect to be tied to a man who felt like a thunderstorm in a suit.

Rudra Malhotra. The name alone commands silence. A billionaire built on iron-clad control and cold discipline, he is a man who speaks in shadows and rules his empire with a heavy hand. He didn't want a wife and he certainly didn't want the chaos that comes with one. He expected his marriage to be nothing more than a quiet arrangement, a life lived in parallel lines that never touched.

One silent wedding. One messy room. One accidental collision that left them breathless on a bed they weren't supposed to share.

And as the marble walls of his world began to crack, Rudra hated the friction. He hated the way his pulse spiked when she entered a room. He hated how much he noticed her. He hated the way his discipline crumbled whenever she smiled. Most of all, he hated that he was starting to crave the very woman he was supposed to ignore.

As time went on, he begins to behave in ways that are completely unlike him. He finds himself breaking his own rules, craving the very woman he intended to ignore. The cold, indifferent husband began to burn with a desire that was as unplanned as it was insatiable. He became the very man he swore he'd never be-a man who couldn't breathe if she wasn't in his line of sight.

And then, nothing seemed to satisfy the storm in his chest quite like one look into the blue eyes of his arranged wife.

● An Indian arranged marriage romance