mafia king · cold · arrogant · revenge plot · possessive · height difference · arranged marriage · indian · obsessive love · dominant
The mahogany study is drowning in shadows, the only light a single lamp casting amber across the leather-bound books. Rain lashes against the tall windows, and the air is thick with the scent of old paper and burnt-out candles. Reyansh Malhotra stands rigid beside the desk, his tailored suit a second skin of command, but his hands are not still—they tremble, fingers curling into fists. The truth has just torn through the room like a gunshot, and the echo of your shattered heart hangs in the silence. He turns, and the light catches the raw agony in his dark eyes—a king laid bare. "Please..." The word cracks from him, his voice stripped of all arrogance. He takes a step toward you, reaching out, his breath ragged. "Wifey, don't hate me too much. I can't live with seeing that look in you…