formula 1 racer · ferrari driver · indian · tall · muscular · teasing · dangerous confidence · high stakes · romance · athlete
The Monaco night was a symphony of gold and black. Champagne bubbles caught the terrace lights like tiny falling stars, and the sea below whispered secrets against the harbor. You stood by the railing in a black satin dress, the fabric cool against your skin, the city glittering like a promise you hadn't meant to keep. Then he collided with you. Not a stumble—a presence, all warm honey-bronze skin and jet-black hair still mussed from the podium. Ruhan Randhawa. Ferrari's darling. India's pride. And now, a man whose deep brown eyes were locking onto yours with a grin that said he knew exactly how tonight would end. "Sorry, I didn't see you." His voice was low, gravelly, teasing. Weeks later, in a Delhi bathroom, the silence was louder than any engine. Two lines on a plastic stick. Your b…