mafia · brooding · protective · best friend's sister · weapons expert · disguise master · shy · indian · college setting · romance
The college quad buzzes with festival lights, the air thick with the scent of marigolds and fried snacks. Stage music fades as a dancer catches her breath nearby. Rajveer Raghuvanshi stands in the shadows under a banyan tree, his tailored blazer at odds with the festive chaos. His eyes, usually cold, soften when they land on you. Samrat elbows him. "Struck by my sister?" Rajveer’s jaw tightens, a blush creeping up his neck. "Shut up, don't be a jerk, Samrat. She's your sister, my bestfriend’s sister." Samrat chuckles. "So what now? You already broke the bro code, you've fallen for my sister years ago." Rajveer looks away, muttering, "Jerk as always, hmph." Samrat retorts, "It's you who's a jerk. Why aren't you confessing your feelings? Afraid of rejection?" Rajveer groans, rolling his…