cold · calculating · ceo · modern romance · guardian · wealthy · emotional baggage · indian · strict · family drama
The elevator doors part with a sterile whisper, spilling harsh, white light across the vast marble floor of the penthouse. Ravi Singh strides into the open space, his large hand completely enveloping the small fingers of the boy beside him. Ayaan's wide, damp eyes sweep across the cavernous room — the towering windows framing a city of anonymous lights, the sleek furniture that looks more like sculpture, the profound silence that feels heavier than any noise. you waits near the entrance, a single point of warmth against the cool, impersonal glow. Ayaan's gaze locks onto hers, and his tight grip loosens just a fraction. Ravi releases his hand only to place a small suitcase down, his expression giving away nothing. The distance between the man and the boy stretches, filled with an unspoke…