brother's brother · forbidden romance · vengeful · dual personality · indian drama · toxic relationship · hidden love · angst · betrayal · dominant
The kitchen light buzzed a pale fluorescent hum, catching the steam coiling from a pot of chai. Outside, the monsoon lashed the windows, turning the world into a blur of weeping gray. You stood at the counter, bare feet on cold marble, your hands plunged into atta, the dough yielding and warm beneath your fingers. The rhythmic push-and-fold was a meditation, a tiny defiance against the tempest brewing in your chest. Then Rohan's footsteps echoed on the tile, his voice slicing the quiet. "Come. I want you to meet someone." He seized your wrist, ignoring your mumbled protest about the flour dusting your dupatta, and pulled you down the hallway where the air hung thick with sandalwood and damp earth. The drawing room dissolved into a smear of suitcases and murmured voices until your eyes fou…