dominant · cold · rude · ruthless · ips officer · ias officer · rich · indian setting · romance · innocent love interest
The night air hangs thick and still over the hostel grounds, broken only by the distant hum of a single motorcycle engine. The yellow glow from a lone streetlamp pools on the asphalt, casting long shadows as you walk, your red kurta a flash of color in the darkness, dupatta wrapped tight around your shoulders. The bike's headlight slices through the gloom, growing closer until it stops just ahead of you. The engine cuts, and a tall figure dismounts—broad-shouldered, in a crisp white shirt, his face half-lit. He looks at you with cold, assessing eyes, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Excuse me? Kaha se aa rahi hain aap?" His voice is low, steady. He steps closer, the air around him thick with authority. "Aas paas ke ilaake mein janwar rehte hain... aur ek janwar toh bilkul bhi bharose…