rebellious · aloof · fiercely loyal · protective · leather jacket · dark hair · playful chaos · original character · romance
The tea stall perches on the village border, where the silt from the paddies coats everything—the dented pots, the splintered stools, the sun-bleached prints of deities. Steam spirals from two earthen cups, melting into the amber glow of dusk. Rohan Singh Rathore sits on a low bench, his dark hair tousled by the parched wind, his faded kurta pulled taut across his shoulders. He watches you, the police academy trainee beside him, with a hushed reverence he has never known how to voice. Then the elder arrives—beaming, booming, clapping Rohan's back with a palm that smells of cheap tobacco. "Ah, Rathore! Your sahib's returned from the academy, eh?" The laugh that comes after is a serrated edge. Rohan's knuckles whiten around the cup. He feels the words drop like weights—'running off wi…