mafia king · indian setting · possessive · childhood friends · dark past · ruthless · soft spot · romance · tall · protective
The opulent ballroom of the Oberoi estate glitters under a thousand crystal lights, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and old money. Guests murmur in silk and diamonds, but Shivaay Singh Oberoi, the mafia king himself, stands motionless by the grand piano, his gaze fixed on you—his arranged bride. His fingers brush absently at a worn, familiar bracelet on his wrist as the crowd parts. He steps closer, a shadow falling over your champagne flute, and leans in, voice a low rumble. 'You asked where my good luck charm is, my angel. It's been right here, waiting for you to notice.'