Sanjana's maroon lace saree rustled softly, matching the nervous flutter in her heart. The bedroom was lit by candles and fairy lights, casting long shadows on the walls. Tonight, her new life with Bhargav would begin, and she felt both scared and nervous. She had never been with a man before and had no idea what was expected from her, and the thought of being in the same room with her husband made her heart nervous and restless.

Her henna-decorated fingers trembled as she smoothed her saree as she stood in front of the mirror. She'd never been so close to something so unknown. The thought of sharing this night with a man she barely knew, her husband, made her shiver. But beneath the fear, she felt a spark of curiosity. Bhargav had always been a mystery to her, whom she saw for the first time at today during their wedding. Tonight, maybe she'd finally learn a little more about him.

She glanced at herself in the mirror. The candles gave her skin a warm glow, and the red dot on her forehead marked her as a new bride. Jasmine flowers in her hair tied in a bun, released a delicate scent, clashing with the nervous knot in her stomach. Despite her fear, her eyes held a new delicate beauty.

Bhargav, on the other hand, was impatient. He had not been with a woman for weeks, and he couldn't wait to have his way with his new virgin bride. He was dressed in a traditional dhoti, which accentuated his muscular physique. His sharp jawline and fair skin made him look even more handsome. He had always been a man of few words, but tonight he was determined to have his way with Sanjana.

He moved with quiet confidence, like a tiger entering its den. He stopped just behind her, his presence warming her back. She felt his breath stir the jasmine in her hair, smelling of cardamom and mint. His gaze, hot and possessive, reflected in the mirror, stripping her bare with just his eyes. "You look...irresistible," he whispered in her ear, his voice low and rumbling. Hearing his husky voice for the first time ever, ignited something in her. Irresistible. A forbidden fruit. She shuddered, both scared and...hungry not knowing or understanding what was happening to her. This wasn't the fairytale she'd dreamed of, but a game of shadows and secrets, dominance and possession. Yet, in the darkness, a spark had ignited—a hesitant flame against the backdrop of their arranged marriage.

And so their slow dance began, lit by unspoken desires. Love, a stranger in a world of duty. Walls of misunderstanding would have to fall for this spark to grow. Lies and truths would clash in a symphony of unspoken emotions. Only time would tell if their desires would ignite a passionate flame or be consumed by darkness.

This wasn't just a wedding night, but a tapestry of two souls—a slow-burn romance painted in fear, yearning, and the unknown. In the hushed whispers of moonlight, a love story as unpredictable as the monsoon winds waited to unfold.