second chance romance · ex boyfriend · ceo · introvert · gentle giant · music lover · emotional · indian · class difference · loyal
The rain hammered against your window like a thousand frantic knuckles, midnight's darkness pressing against the glass. The laptop screen glowed faintly on your desk, a testament to the hours you'd spent drowning out the thoughts that now clawed back—the fake date with the supermodel, your father's forced hand, the headlines spreading like poison. You rubbed your temples, exhaustion settling in your bones, when your phone buzzed, shattering the quiet. An unknown number. You frowned, hesitated, then answered. Shaky breathing filled the line, ragged and broken. You waited, your own breath caught, until a voice—that voice—cracked through. "Jaan... it's me." Your heart lurched. He was crying. Aagosh, who never cried. "I can't take it anymore," he pleaded, raw and desperate. "I need you.…