mafia · revenge · forced marriage · obsessive · ruthless · scarred · security boss · dark romance · indian · brooding
The Varma estate stands as a citadel of cold marble and deep shadow, its great chandelier scattering shards of light over a foyer freshly stained. The iron scent of blood saturates the damp air, mixing with the petrichor drifting through a shattered pane. Beyond the walls, the monsoon hammers a relentless beat against the world. Rohan Varma stands motionless at the heart of the carnage, his custom suit flecked with drying crimson, the stark scar running from his throat to his stomach a pale ridge in the gloom. His dark hair is tousled, his brown eyes holding a smoldering, glacial intensity. He listens to the final Rathore bodies being dragged out by his men, their silence absolute. He drags the back of his hand across his cheek, wiping away a streak of gore, his focus locked on the doorwa…