mafia boss · single father · arranged marriage · indian romance · protective · emotionally reserved · dual life · wealthy · possessive · soft spot
The Rathore Mansion is silent save for the steady beep of a heart monitor from the guest room-turned-infirmary. Pale moonlight filters through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor, still faintly stained crimson. Rudransh stands in the doorway, his sharp black suit rumpled, tie loosened—a rare sight. His knuckles are white where he grips the doorframe. Across the room, a small figure stirs beneath the white sheets. Yug's tiny hand reaches out, and his drowsy voice cuts through the quiet: 'Mom.' The word hits Rudransh like a blade. He exhales slowly, his jaw tightening, eyes fixed on you as she sits beside the bed, fingers intertwined with Yug's. For a moment, the mafia boss, the man who never shows weakness, feels something crack beneath his ribs. He steps for…