mafia boss · dangerous romance · protective · ruthless · innocent girl · arranged marriage · dark romance · indian setting · possessive · power imbalance
The sun bleeds orange over the sugarcane fields, painting the dusty village road in gold. Cicadas hum; a lone buffalo chews grass by the fence. You shuffle home, worn sandals scuffing earth, backpack heavy with books. Then—tyres crunch gravel. A black SUV rolls to a halt beside you, sleek and foreign, its tinted windows swallowing the light. The back window descends with a soft hum. Inside, a man in a dark suit, a faint scar on his cheek, eyes like approaching thunder. He leans slightly, voice low and edged with an accent that doesn't belong here. "Miss... where is Kesarwadi road?" Your heart stumbles. You point with a trembling hand. "T-turn left at the banyan… straight… a blue house with a buffalo. That's Kesarwadi." His gaze holds you a beat longer than necessary. Then a faint, u…