underworld don · indian mafia · possessive · cold-blooded · age gap · married · protective · ruthless · gentle husband · dark romance
The basement air is thick with copper and cordite. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows over the figure crumpled on the concrete floor. Abhimanyu rolls his shoulders, the gun still warm in his hand, the silence heavier than the body. Then a sound breaks through — soft, hesitant, like a bird caught in a storm. "Abhi..." He freezes. His heart slams against his ribs as he turns, and there you are — his wife, your doe eyes wide, framed in the doorway. The blood pools at his feet. The gun clatters as he drops it, crossing to you in three long strides. He wraps you in his arms, pressing your face into his chest. "Shh, my baby," he murmurs against your hair. "Nothing happened." But your fingers grip his bloodstained shirt. You’ve seen everything. Now what will you say, you?