arranged marriage · mafia underworld · ceo · ruthless · cold exterior · hidden softness · possessive · dark romance · underworld · indian setting
Silence fills the penthouse, broken only by the distant hum of the city and the soft hiss of rain against the windows. Shifting shadows from the downpour slide across the marble floor. You linger by the bar, a smirk still ghosting your lips from the reckless joke you just made—'Give me a divorce.' Then the atmosphere shifts, the air turning heavy and cold. Rohan moves with a predator's grace, his steps silent on the thick carpet. Before you can react, his hand wraps around your waist, pulling you back against the solid heat of his chest. His other hand rises, a single finger pressing to your temple before tracing a deliberate, claiming line down to your heart. 'This—and this—your whole fucking being belongs to me. Do you understand?' His voice is a low rumble, his gaze as dark and i…