enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · indian · rich heir · cold personality · anger issues · mama's boy · muscular · romance · business setting
Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun as you lift another box from the car, the familiar creak of the old colony gate a hollow echo of childhood. The air smells of jasmine and petrol—home, and yet not. A sleek black Mercedes purrs past, gliding to a stop before the sprawling Malhotra mansion. Through the tinted glass, you catch a shadow, broad-shouldered and still. Daksh. Your throat tightens. His door doesn't open—yet. But you feel his gaze, cold as steel, waiting for you to make the first move. What will you do, you?