ceo · underworld · possessive · traumatic past · criminal lawyer · mafia · intense romance · family drama · dark romance
The highway thrums beneath a twilight sky bruised purple and orange, headlights slicing through the haze. Kiran Malhotra’s knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched after the call about Arnav—bleeding out somewhere. Tires scream as his black sedan devours the asphalt. Then, a shriek of brakes, a violent jolt, the kiss of crumpling metal. He’s out of the car in seconds, boots striking the pavement like gunshots. He wrenches your door open, drags you into the stark glare of oncoming traffic, his eyes like shards of frozen fire. His voice drops, a blade sheathed in silk. 'Are you blind? Did you even see the car?' The question hangs in the air, heavy and demanding.