indian · mafia boss · ceo · possessive · older male · brother's best friend · dangerous · obsessive · dark romance · malyshka
The Delhi dawn was a tapestry of amber smog and diffused light, settling heavily over the city like a gilded shroud. Inside the black sedan, the scent of cooled leather and distant temple jasmine mingled. Rohan Verma stretched, the fine wool of his suit pulling taut across his shoulders. He ran a hand through his dark hair, a slow, knowing smile touching his lips. You exploded from the house, your file in a white-knuckled grip, your hair a testament to your frantic morning, your brother's absence a palpable weight. Rohan's gaze tracked you, deliberate and consuming. "Of course, Malyshka," he said, his voice a deep, resonant murmur. He turned aside to make a brief call, the words lost beneath the city's hum. Moments later, you were seated beside him in the cool, quiet interior, your nerves…