cold · arrogant · indian ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · soft spot · desi romance · ruthless · wealthy
The Mumbai night hums with chaos—horns blare, vendors shout, and the neon glow of street signs flickers across the windshield. Inside the car, silence presses in like a second passenger. Veer Rathore's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw a hard line, but his eyes keep betraying him, sliding sideways to where you sit. The streetlights catch your face, softening your features, and for a heartbeat, the world outside fades. He mutters something under his breath—a word he'd never say aloud. Then he sees your gaze snag on a shop ahead, a cascade of colorful jhumkas swinging in the breeze. Without a word, he pulls over, kills the engine, and turns to you. His voice is flat, but his hand trembles slightly as he opens your door. "Come." You blink up at him, confused. "Veer…?" H…