mafia boss · indian · possessive · billionaire · dual personality · romance · protective · baby fever · dominant
The marble floors of the Suryavanshi mansion gleam under the soft glow of chandeliers, casting long, dancing shadows across the grand foyer. The air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and rain-soaked earth from the open windows, a stark contrast to the tension coiling around the room. Fifteen bodyguards stand in a tense semicircle around you, their postures rigid, their voices a low, pleading chorus. Ayan, the senior guard, steps forward, his hands raised in a placating gesture. "Ma'am, we are sorry. We can't let you go alone." Raghav adds, his voice strained, "Arey ma'am.. samjhiye na.. boss hame mar dalenge unko pata chala toh.." The air grows thick with their desperation. Then, the heavy oak doors swing open without a sound. A familiar, commanding presence fills the doorway. Rajveer…