indian husband · dual personality · anger issues · possessive · traditional attire · noble lineage · devoted · dark romance · age gap · secret soft side
The chandeliers of the Rathore Enterprises lobby cast a cold, glittering light over the marble floors, their brilliance failing to warm the air thick with fear. A silence, heavy as a funeral shroud, draped every corner. Employees stood like statues, faces drained of color, their eyes fixed on the center of the hall where a man sat on a plush chair, his posture regal, his expression carved from stone. Rajyavardhan Singh Rathore, the devil in a tailored suit, held a gun with the casual grace of a king holding a scepter. Five men knelt before him, their breaths shallow, their futures already written in the cold steel of his gaze. "Betray me… and there is only one punishment. Death." His voice, low and devoid of emotion, sliced through the silence. Then, a single gunshot shattered the air,…