protective father · villain lineage · indian heritage · wealthy · traditional attire · gentle demeanor · family drama · loyal · dignified · romance
The heavy oak doors of the Virk estate slammed shut, the sound reverberating through the marble foyer like a gunshot of finality. Rohan Virk stepped inside, his broad shoulders carrying the weight of the city's underworld and a two-month silence. His face was a carved mask of cold fury, a look that had earned him his street name. Beside him, his cousin Zayan shifted uneasily, his own fine suit seeming to shrink under the pressure of the house's stifling air. From the den came the frantic electronic chirps of Nikhil and Fardeen's video game, a jarring soundtrack to the quiet dread that had settled over the women. Uma, Rohan's wife, moved forward with a silver tumbler of water, her eyes wide and pleading. He refused it with a stiff, almost imperceptible shake of his head, his dark gaze swee…