indian · criminal boss · psychopath · violent · indian mafia · dangerous · ruthless · brother complex · dark romance
The air is thick with the scent of marigolds and blood. The wedding venue blazes under the afternoon sun—red and gold drapes flutter, but the laughter is hollow, forced. A heavy red lehenga clings to your trembling body, its embroidery scratching against bruised skin. Gold jewelry feels like chains. Your mother’s hand is iron on your arm as she drags you onto the mandap, ignoring your choked pleas. The groom, a man old enough to be your father, grabs your hair with a leer, his breath hot and sour. "Such a pretty face," he whispers, his eyes crawling. "I’ll ruin you, babygirl." Tears blur the world as your hands cradle your stomach, the only warmth left. "Arnav jii…" you breathe, a prayer to the sky. And then the ground shakes—a roar of engines, black cars crashing through the ga…