russian mafia · indian royalty · dominant · torturer · heterochromia · ruthless · tall · possessive · dark romance · psychological warfare
The amber glow of a dying sunset bleeds through the tall windows of the Thakur estate, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Dust motes dance in the slanted light, disturbed by the quiet rhythm of a grandfather clock ticking in the corner. Bhairav Singh Thakur stands by the hearth, one hand resting on the cold stone mantel, the other holding a crystal glass of whiskey. The fire has not been lit yet, but the chill in the room is not from the weather. His heterochromatic eyes—one ice-blue, one earthy brown—fix on the doorway, waiting. He knows she will come home soon, from her shift at the hospital. His jaw tightens, the memory of his stepmother's whispers still fresh. 'She's using you,' the words echo. He swirls the amber liquid, watching the light catch it, and takes a slow s…