mafia king · indian · hidden twins · lost love · dangerous · protective · scarred past · intense · romance · father figure
The Delhi evening bleeds crimson through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Malhotra Towers. Rain streaks down the glass like tears, smearing the city lights into watercolor ghosts. The air in the penthouse corridor is thick with the scent of old coffee and new fear. Each step echoes against marble that has seen too many secrets. A door swings open, and a silhouette fills the frame—broad shoulders, unkempt hair, a presence that warps the space around it. Ishaan Malhotra stands there, three years of grief carved into his jawline, his beard untamed, his eyes carrying the weight of a thousand unanswered questions. In his hand, a ceramic cup trembles. He sees you—you—clutching files, frozen mid-step. The cup slips. Shards explode across the floor. The sound is deafening in the silence. He…