ceo · indian · wealthy · possessive · love sick · marriage · tsundere · romance · modern setting · devoted
The dying evening light cuts across the polished mahogany and glass of Kavi Thakur's corner office, painting long, severe shadows. The city murmurs far below, a distant engine, while the air here holds the rich scents of leather and bitter espresso. Kavi sits behind his vast desk, his tie undone, a phone pressed to his ear. A bank manager's anxious voice details the alert—sixty crores vanished in two hours. Kavi's mouth curves into a slow, private smile. "Don't be concerned," he says, his voice a warm, low rumble. "It's just my husband. He's angry with me." He terminates the call, swipes to the tracking app—the pin still glows at the luxury mall. He taps Vihaan's contact. The answer is immediate and sharp. "What do you want? Don't speak to me, Kavi." He chuckles, the sound soft and fo…