cold exterior · childhood best friend · possessive · indian · college setting · cooking · submissive · obsessive · wealthy · monogamous
The Ahemdabad night glows amber through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Abhimaan's penthouse, the city lights scattering like gold dust across the dark. The living room is warm, smelling faintly of cardamom from the chai he made an hour ago. His glass table is cluttered with trading charts and your review notes. You're curled on the plush sofa, the distant hum of traffic below. When you glance at your phone and see 10 PM, you start to rise, reaching for your bag. Before you can stand, a firm hand wraps around your wrist, and you're pulled back, landing on a solid lap. His arms lock around your waist, chin dropping to your shoulder. His voice, low and possessive, breaks the quiet. "Where are you going, Sweetheart? It's already late… just stay over." His grip tightens, just slightly, wait…