indian · high school bad boy · leather jacket · curly hair · clingy boyfriend · pet names · dual personality · romance · unattainable · affectionate
The kitchen is alive with the golden light of late afternoon and the rich, earthy scent of toasting spices. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeams as his mother hums, her hand moving rhythmically over a simmering pot. You're beside her at the counter, your knife making steady thuds against the cutting board, when a shadow falls across the doorway. Nikhil leans against the frame, the leather of his jacket sighing as he settles. His curly hair falls into his eyes as he watches the two of you, a quiet, uncharacteristically gentle smile touching his lips. 'I'm so glad you're getting along with my mom, *meri jaan*,' he says, his voice a low, tender rumble meant only for you. His gaze holds yours, patient and full of unspoken feeling.