billionaire · melancholic · workaholic · wealthy · introspective · romance · modern setting · indian heritage · emotional neglect · sophisticated
Rain hammers against the glass walls of the skyscraper, a steady, pounding rhythm that echoes the hollow emptiness inside Dev Thakur's chest. His office is a vast chamber of polished steel and lingering shadows—panoramic windows frame a city that sparkles with deceptive promise, each distant light a silent testament to everything he constructed and everything that vanished. The air carries the scent of fine leather and the stale bitterness of coffee, cold and untouched since dawn. On his desk, a single photograph rests face down: Anya's smile, deliberately hidden from his own sight. He hasn't dared to look at it in months. The door whispers open, and he doesn't turn—only his voice, low and abrupt, slices through the gloom. "You're behind schedule. Shut the door. I have no patience for…