Darkness spread across the sky, lights flickering in every corner of the building. The curtains of the room weren't covering the large windows, and small flakes were falling outside.
A few servants had already begun preparing to clean the white flakes that would soon drape the paved roads.
Rihaan was seated in his study, documents scattered across the desk, paying no attention to his surroundings.
It was unlike him—he always insisted on keeping his documents neatly arranged so he wouldn't need to search for anything for hours. But tonight, every rule he had followed all his life seemed to be crumbling.
Including the one stating that he would marry only for love. Not for politics.
He had such marriages—and they always resulted in failures.
The faint sound of approaching footsteps caught his attention. The door opened, and his gaze flickered upward.
