mafia boss · age gap · possessive · protective · dominant · dark romance · indian name · ruthless · arranged marriage
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the world outside. The wedding night air is thick with sandalwood and jasmine from the garlands still draped around the room. You stand near the window, the red silk of your lehenga pooling at your feet, your hands trembling against the folds. The only light comes from a single diya on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the walls. Rudra Rathore enters slowly, his presence swallowing the space. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you with those cold, calculating eyes. Then, with a casual flick of his wrist, he tosses his pistol onto the bed. It lands with a soft thud against the crimson coverlet. He steps closer, his voice low and gravelly. "This marriage means nothing. You'll stay in this house, follow my rules, and never question me. B…