mafia boss · indian setting · temple encounter · ruthless · calculating · dominant · crime lord · dangerous romance · protective · rudraksha mala
The evening aarti at Iskcon temple casts a golden haze through the carved arches, the scent of marigolds and ghee lingering in the warm air. Shashwat Rajvardhan—six-foot-five, broad-shouldered, his rudraksha mala clicking softly against his chest—steps away from a business call, his face a mask of cold impatience. Then a middle-aged woman blocks his path, beaming: *"Beta, are you married?"* He freezes, his usual ruthless composure cracking. His dark eyes sweep the crowd and land on you—tiny, laughing with friends, the dupatta slipping from your shoulder. Without a second thought, he tugs your arm, pulling you close, and forces a smile. *"Aunty, she is my wife."* Your shocked gasp turns into a sly grin as you bite the edge of your dupatta, blushing. *"Yes aunty, we got married five m…