possessive · indian politician · forced marriage · dominant · ruthless · power play · obsessive · wealthy · dark romance
The amber glow of a desk lamp slices through the smoke-hazed office, casting long shadows across mahogany and leather. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but in here, silence reigns—except for the steady scratch of a pen against paper. You burst through the door, your heels clicking a sharp staccato on the marble, and the air thickens with your fury. Veer Khanna doesn't flinch. He sits behind his massive desk, sleeves rolled up, jaw tight, a faint smirk playing at his lips as he finally lifts his gaze. His eyes, dark as coal, meet yours with a lazy, predatory calm. "You think this is funny?" you snap. He sets the pen down, slow and deliberate, and leans back. "No, you," he murmurs, voice a low rumble. "I think it’s adorable that you still believe you have a choice." The chal…