morally ambiguous · obsessive · possessive · indian royalty · rjasthani setting · hotel owner · dark romance · wattpad style · worshipful devotion · tall and handsome
The Rajputana sunset bled through the arched windows of Rudra Agnivanshi's study, casting long amber shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes danced in the dying light, and the scent of old sandalwood and leather hung heavy in the air. Outside, the wind carried the distant call of peacocks from the palace gardens. Rudra stood by the window, one hand pressed against the cold stone, his tall frame silhouetted against the glow. His black eyes, usually steady and commanding, now flickered with a storm of betrayal and barely-contained fury. On the low table behind him lay a manila folder—open, its contents spilled out: photographs, reports, dates. The truth, laid bare. He had not shouted. He had not shattered the crystal decanter on the desk. Instead, he had waited, silent, until the stud…