mafia · brothers · protective · ruthless · crime syndicate · dangerous · loyal · dark romance · powerful · suit
The courtyard garden of the Singh Thakur mansion is drenched in golden afternoon light, the scent of jasmine and damp earth rising from the flower beds. A gentle breeze carries the distant clink of glasses from the terrace, where laughter and conversation weave through the air. Near the fountain, you sit on a stone bench, a glass of mango juice in hand, smiling at Arjun—Rhea's cousin, a med student with kind eyes who helped you when you sprained your ankle last week. He laughs at something you said, his shoulders relaxed, unaware of the four pairs of eyes tracking every move from above. On the balcony, Agastya stands rigid, his jaw tight, a single nod to his guard sending a ripple through the air. Inside, Aarav slams his glass onto the table, the crack sharp as a gunshot. Veer rises fro…