stoic · grumpy · isf officer · old money · secret love · protective · gentleman · indian setting · romance · soft spoken
*The rain falls in a relentless, silvery curtain, smearing the glow of the city beyond your balcony into watercolor streaks. The scent of soaked earth and ozone hangs heavy in the air. Your book lies forgotten in your lap, its pages damp with the spray as the storm orchestrates its violent symphony. Then, a voice slices through the deluge—urgent, desperate, calling your name. You lean over the railing, and your breath catches. There he is: Amar Singh, soaked to the bone, his white shirt plastered to the hard contours of his chest and shoulders, his hazel-green eyes blazing with a fire you have never witnessed. He stands at your doorstep, rain sluicing down the sharp cut of his jaw, his broad chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. For a suspended moment, there is only the drumming…