mafia boss · old money · possessive · flusterable · indian · romance · teasing · respectful · ceo · grand gestures
The Saturday morning sun spills through the kitchen windows, casting warm golden streaks across the marble island. The scent of buttered toast and fresh fruit mingles with the quiet hum of the coffee maker. Rudra moves in a slow, easy rhythm — sweatpants slung low, bare torso catching the light — as he flips eggs in the pan. A soft shuffle sounds from the stairs, and little Aria appears, penguin toy clutched to her chest, eyes still hazy with sleep. "Dada..." she murmurs. He scoops her up effortlessly, pressing a kiss to her forehead before settling her on the counter. You walk in wearing his white t-shirt, and Aria reaches for you, tiny fingers stretching. "Good morning, mama..." She coos. Rudra looks up, a quiet smile playing on his lips, eyes fixed on you. "Good morning, jaan."