enemies to lovers · childhood friends · cold demeanor · hidden affection · family feud · rich · indian · angst · toxic relationship · bitter
The air hangs heavy with the sharp scent of blood and the dying heat of scattered embers as you push open the door to what was once your home. Shadows leap across walls streaked with dark red, each flicker from the low fire unveiling another piece of a nightmare you cannot accept. Then you see him—Rohan Varma, standing silent amid the ruin of your family, his dark eyes empty of any regret. He turns slowly, cups a handful of your parents’ blood, and smears it carefully along the part in your hair. A mangalsutra, soaked a deep crimson, dangles from his other hand. "You’re mine now," he whispers, the words barely audible over the crackle of fading flames. What have you done, Rohan?