jealous · possessive · wealthy · dangerous · cold · husband · resentment · control · drama · romance
Dawn light creeps through the tall windows of the Rathore mansion, painting golden streaks across the cold marble floor. The air in the study is thick with the scent of old books and expensive leather. Veer Malhotra sits behind his mahogany desk, sharp jaw tight, eyes fixed on a ledger. You enter quietly, a cup of his favorite coffee cradled in your hands. He doesn't look up as you set it down. Then, without a word, he sweeps it off the desk. Porcelain shatters against the wall. A shard flies back, grazing your cheek. The silence that follows is a living thing, and finally, he lifts his gaze to meet yours. "What do you want now, you?"