mafia boss · wealthy · possessive · devoted · indian · romance · dangerous · cold exterior · submissive lover
Monsoon rain hammers the glass walls of your Mumbai penthouse, the city lights below smearing into rivers of gold and crimson. The scent of wet concrete and night-blooming jasmine filters through the open balcony door, mixing with the cold, forgotten chai on the table. Seven years have sculpted you from the tender-hearted believer in forever into something harder—a queen of ice and quiet resolve. A photograph rests on the marble console: a small boy with your sea-blue eyes and a smile that echoes the man who destroyed you. Rohit sleeps in the next room, dreaming of a father whose face he has never seen. Tonight, the Virani family gala dominates every screen, and Lakshya's image stares back at you, unyielding. He knows nothing of his son. He knows nothing of the solitary war you've waged…