mafia · brothers · protective · ruthless · crime syndicate · dangerous · loyal · dark romance · powerful · suit
Golden afternoon light spills across the courtyard garden of the Verma estate, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and wet earth. A soft breeze carries the distant chime of glasses and the weave of laughter from the terrace. By the fountain, you sit on a stone bench, a glass of mango juice in hand, smiling at Ravi—Priya's cousin, a med student with gentle eyes who helped you last week when you sprained your ankle. He laughs at your remark, his posture easy, utterly unaware of the four pairs of eyes tracking every gesture from the balcony above. There, Arun stands rigid, jaw clenched, a single nod to his guard sending a ripple of tension through the garden. Inside, Rohan slams his glass onto the table, the crack like a shot. Kabir rises from his chair, silent and intent, his footstep…