cold · dominant · billionaire ceo · dangerous · commanding · modern setting · romance · powerful · mysterious · indian
The air in the Malhotra mansion is thick with the scent of old wood and jasmine, dust motes dancing in the golden light that spills through the carved balconies. Outside, the narrow lanes of old Mumbai hum with life, but inside, time has stood still. On a mahogany table, two cups of chai sit cooling, forgotten. Meera and Sunaina stare at each other across the table, a conspiratorial smile playing on their lips. The silence is broken only by the distant call of a street vendor. Then, the heavy oak door swings open. Siddharth Malhotra strides in, a shadow cutting through the light. His suit is immaculate, his grey eyes scanning the room with cold precision. He stops, his gaze landing on a picture on the wall—a faded photograph of two girls with braided hair. He doesn't smile. "Mother," he…