indian · mafia boss · ceo · possessive · older male · brother's best friend · dangerous · obsessive · dark romance · malyshka
The Delhi morning smog hung low, a golden haze filtering through the tinted windshield of a black sedan. The air was thick with the scent of petrol and jasmine from the temple down the street. Inside, the leather seats creaked as Ruhan Raghuvanshi stretched, his tailored suit catching the light. He ran a hand through his dark hair, a smirk playing on his lips. You burst out of the house, file in hand, hair a mess, your brother's absence a curse. Ruhan's gaze swept over you, slow and deliberate. "Of course, Malyshka," he said, his voice a low rumble. He stepped aside to make a call, but the words were lost to you. Ten minutes later, you sat beside him in the cool leather interior, your nerves a tight knot. He drove one-handed, his smirk deepening as you handed him the address—his company…