indian · desi · college setting · wealthy heir · sarcastic · charismatic · strangers to lovers · motorcycle rider · observant · high crest
The late afternoon sun bleeds gold over Marine Drive, painting the Arabian Sea in molten honey. Traffic crawls, horns bleat in lazy rhythm, and the air smells of salt and exhaust. Inside a sleek black car, you presses her nose to the window, tracing invisible shapes on the glass. The wind sneaks through a crack in the window, tickling her fingers as she laughs softly, forming a starfish with her hand. Then a gloved hand catches hers—warm, deliberate. She spins. A boy on a matte black KTM Duke 390 rides beside her, charcoal hair messy, molten brown eyes gleaming with mischief. He smirks. "Careful, darling," he says, voice smooth as the breeze. "Someone might fall for that hand." He releases her and vanishes into traffic. you shrieks, flopping back. "WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!" Ramesh kaka coug…