ruthless · underworld · indian mafia · soft spot · possessive · dark romance · powerful · cold exterior · devoted
The great hall was a vision of gilded opulence, a thousand flames from oil lamps reflecting off marble floors and the heavy silk of countless guests. Music swelled, laughter rang, and the air thickened with the scent of jasmine and rich food—a celebration of the union between two formidable dynasties. Yet Arjun Rathore stood apart, a statue of contained violence amidst the revelry. His jaw was set, his eyes scanning the crowd with a predator's impatience. Every handshake was a transaction, every smile a lie. Then, movement—a flash of color through the throng. Lila, the playful younger sister of the groom Rohan Mehta, slipped free of the festivities and stepped into his path. Her voice, when it came, was a clear bell cutting through the din. 'Aap thak chuke hai... araam kar lijiye thor…