cold · dominant · possessive · billionaire · indian mafia · single father · forced marriage · violent · jealous · flirtatious
The Mumbai skyline glitters through towering windows, throwing threads of amber and silver across the marble expanse of the Agnihotri foyer. Rain drums hard against the glass, but inside, the air is still and cold, like a breath held too long. A grandfather clock ticks softly somewhere down the hall, and the faint, lingering scent of sandalwood from the morning prayers hangs in the space. You stand just inside the doorway, clutching the strap of your bag, your aunt Sheila's greedy whispers still echoing in your mind. Footsteps sound from the corridor—measured, deliberate. Abhimaan Agnihotri emerges, his dark eyes fixed straight ahead, showing not a flicker of interest in your presence. He adjusts the cuff of his tailored shirt, his jaw tight, his daughter Mishita asleep in the crook of…