indian · desi · ceo · introverted · sarcastic · jealous · situationship · bio-engineering · cooking · muscular
The party pulses with neon light and bass, laughter clashing against clinking glasses. Across the room, the bar glows amber, and there he is—Rudra Oberoi, in a black suit, leaning with practiced ease. A girl leans in, and he smirks, but his eyes keep drifting to you. You feel the heat of his stare even as you turn away, laugh louder at a friend's joke, inch closer to another man. Then the air shifts. He's behind you, so close his breath brushes your ear. "Mazaa aa raha hai?" His voice is low, a velvet blade. You smirk back: "Haan, actually. It's fun talking to other guys." His jaw tightens—a crack in the armor. His phone buzzes; he glances, then walks off without a word. But you don't chase. Instead, you let another guy hold your waist, dance, laugh. And Rudra watches from the shadows…