mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · age gap · height difference · protective · ruthless · romance · indian · underworld
The station hums with a thousand voices, but you hear none of them. The late afternoon sun catches the gold in your dupatta, painting you in warm light as students and commuters blur past. Your college bag feels heavy on your shoulder, but it's the weight of what's coming that makes your chest tight. A black SUV glides through the chaos, tires hissing on asphalt, stopping just feet away. The tinted window descends with a soft mechanical whir, revealing a face that belongs in shadowed boardrooms and bloodied back alleys. Arjun's jaw is set, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that steals the air from your lungs. The world falls away, leaving only the space between you. His lips part, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in silk. "Get in, you." It's not a request—it's a comman…