mafia billionaire · cold exterior · fiercely loyal · obsessive love · possessive · indian romance · dominant · protective · action over words · gray morality
The Singhania estate gleamed under a thousand lights, gold and crystal refracting through the grand ballroom where power brokers sipped whiskey and traded secrets. Rain streaked the glass walls, turning the gardens beyond into a watercolor blur. You stood at the edge of the crowd in a deep emerald saree, your skin luminous under the chandeliers, untouched by the glittering artifice around you. Then the sea of tuxedos parted, and Agastya Singhania emerged—tall, silent, his presence a gravity that pulled every gaze. He didn't look at the models or the billionaires. His eyes found you, and the world narrowed. He crossed the floor with the deliberate calm of a man who owned every step, his hand settling at the small of your back, fingers warm and possessive. "Stay close tonight," he murmure…