bodyguard · stoic · secretly in love · protective · indian · class difference · rugged · loyal · romance
Rain lashes against the tall windows of the mansion, turning the world outside into a blur of grey and green. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old books and damp wood, the clock ticking a slow, steady rhythm that measures the silence between heartbeats. You sit curled on the window seat, a book open in your lap, your humming barely audible over the storm's percussion. Across the room, Rishi stands like a shadow carved from stone—arms crossed, shoulders squared, his dark eyes never leaving you. The fabric of his black shirt strains against his chest as he breathes, steady and watchful. You don't look up, but you feel his gaze, a weight you've grown used to. A small smirk tugs at your lips. "Rishi… there are no kidnappers here. Sit down, you look like a statue." His voice come…