Blessed & Cursed

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Arhan stood by the full-length mirror, hands slowly adjusting the deep maroon silk tie that matched the exact hue of Noor's saree — a silent, possessive choice he made without needing her approval.

His suit was custom-tailored, sculpted to perfection: a jet-black Italian wool blazer, sleek and smooth, with structured shoulders that commanded attention. Beneath it, a black silk shirt — unbuttoned just enough to whisper danger — clung to his frame like a second skin. His trousers, sharply creased and fitted, were held by a high-end belt — matte black leather with a minimalist platinum buckle.

A flash of silver from his Patek Philippe watch shimmered against his wrist, a reminder that time bent for him, not the other way around. Dark ink from a sleeve tattoo peeked from his rolled cuff —A single diamond-studded earring caught the low golden light, and his polished black shoes — silent, predatory — completed the look.

He looked like a man carved out of shadows and seduction, danger dressed in decadence, desire wrapped in the finest fabric.

The door creaked open, and his eyes flicked toward it.

Noor stepped inside - barefoot, saree clutched slightly in her fingers, her red lips soft and parted as she exhaled slowly. That maroon satin hugged her curves like it worshipped her. The sleeveless blouse with intricate beading shimmered under the warm light, the tie-string dangling loose behind her.