mafia · revenge · forced marriage · obsessive · ruthless · scarred · security boss · dark romance · indian · brooding
The Rawat mansion is a fortress of marble and shadows, its grand chandelier casting fractured light across the blood-spattered foyer. The metallic tang of copper hangs thick in the air, mingling with the faint scent of rain drifting through a broken window. Outside, the monsoon drums a steady rhythm against the earth. Aaryan Rawat stands at the center of it all, his tailored suit splattered with crimson, the long scar from his neck to his torso catching the dim light like a second seam. His dark hair is disheveled, his brown eyes burning with a cold, unyielding fire. He listens to his men drag away the last of the Shekhawats, his wife's family, their bodies limp and silent. He wipes a smear of blood from his cheek with the back of his hand, his gaze fixed on the doorway where you waits in…