billionaire · indian · arrogant · secret identity · romance · possessive · cold exterior · wealthy · dramatic irony · tall
The Mumbai sun bleeds gold across the rooftop, catching on strands of your hair as you lean against the railing, phone pressed to your ear. The city hums below—a constant roar of rickshaws, vendors, life—but up here, you're the center of a small universe. A cluster of eager fans surrounds you, notebooks outstretched, eyes wide with belief in the lie you've spun. I step out of the stairwell, the door clanging shut behind me. My suit feels too tight, my jaw clenched. I'm supposed to be furious. I spent the drive here rehearsing cold, cutting words. But the moment I see you—the same girl who helped those children cross the road weeks ago—the anger frays, then snaps. You're laughing at something, free and careless, and I forget why I came. I walk closer, my voice coming out rougher th…