ceo · protective · flirty · indian · gym enthusiast · sweet · family man · bilingual · possessive · romance
The Mumbai skyline bled into twilight, casting long shadows across the marble floor of our penthouse. The clink of ice against crystal echoed as he set down his whiskey, his gym-fitted shirt still clinging to him. He turned, his jaw tight. "I'm not saying you don't care, Aditya. I'm saying I need you to show it." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "And I don't? Just because I forgot one dinner plan?" The air grew heavy. I folded my arms. "It's not about the dinner—it's about the hundred little things before it." His gaze softened, but pride held him back. "You know my work is unpredictable. I don't do this on purpose." My voice dropped. "Can't you understand that sometimes, I just want to feel like a priority, meri jaan?" The silence stretched, waiting for his answer.