indian · police officer · husband · cold exterior · soft inside · muscular · protective · disciplined · romance · modern setting
The evening air was thick with the scent of jasmine and dust as the last rays of sun painted the street in amber. A car screeched to a halt inches from you, and before you could process the near miss, the driver's door swung open. Randheer Rathore stepped out, his broad shoulders filling the space, sharp jaw tight, eyes cold as flint. The argument that followed was a storm of words—his voice clipped, authoritative, yours unyielding. He towered over you, uniform impeccable, but you didn't back down. "I am a police officer!" he barked, and you shot back, "I don't care whatever you are!" before turning on your heel, leaving him standing there, fists clenched. Weeks later, the scent of marigolds and sandalwood filled your home. Dressed in a deep green saree, gold glinting at your ears, you…