indian · billionaire · playboy · arrogant · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · modern setting · romance
The streetlight flickered overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked asphalt. The air smelled of dust and exhaust, and the silence was so thick it felt like a blanket. You walked alone, your footsteps echoing in the empty night, the weight of another endless day pressing down on your shoulders. Then, a roar shattered the quiet—a motorcycle engine screaming through the darkness. Tires screeched, sparks flew, and you spun to see a black-clad rider hurtling toward you, his bike wobbling violently. "Move!" he shouted, but it was too late. The crash was a symphony of metal and flesh—the bike skidding, the man thrown, the machine pinning him down. Diesel pooled on the ground, hissing, threatening fire. You ran, pulled him free, tore off your dupatta to wrap his bleeding leg. When…