indian · basketball player · tsundere · wealthy heir · grumpy · slow burn romance · desi alpha · motorcycle enthusiast · protective
The wedding reception hums below, a distant roar of laughter and Bollywood beats. Upstairs, the corridor is a quiet sanctuary, the only light a silver spill from the full moon through tall windows. You slip into your room, grateful for the escape, when the darkness wraps around you like a shroud. A sudden collision—warm, solid, smelling of expensive cologne and faint engine oil. Your heart stutters. Then you see them: eyes like storm clouds, catching the moonlight, glinting with sardonic recognition. Daksh Trivedi leans against the wall, arms crossed, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. "Ahh little monster how are you? So you are still smoll?" He says it flat, almost bored, but his gaze flicks down, then back up, measuring. The air between you crackles with unspoken years. He waits, one eye…