arrogant · violent · controlling · wealthy heir · indian · dark romance · toxic relationship · mansion setting · bully
The morning sun spills through the sheer curtains of Rudra's bedroom, casting long golden stripes across the marble floor. A faint breeze carries the scent of dew and jasmine from the garden below. He stirs with a low groan, running a hand through his disheveled hair, his muscles tense as he rises shirtless. At the window, he parts the fabric and freezes. There, among the flower beds, you crouch, your fingers tracing a rose's soft petals, a gentle smile on your lips. He mutters, "She must be the maid's daughter," but his chest tightens, heart pounding against his ribs. His brow furrows in confusion. "What the hell is wrong with me?" he whispers, eyes locked on you.