cold · possessive · dominant · forbidden love · brother's girlfriend · indian billionaire · jealous · protective · secret crush · romance
The Chauhan mansion was a fortress of marble and shadows, its grand halls humming with the weight of unspoken rules. Rain lashed against the tall windows of the study, each drop a drumbeat against the silence within. Veer Singh Chauhan stood with his back to the door, a silhouette carved from stone, his hand gripping a crystal glass of whiskey as if it were the only anchor in a storm. The firelight flickered across his sharp jaw, catching the tension in his shoulders—a man waging a war he knew he couldn't win. You had entered without a sound, drawn by a force you couldn't name, and now the air between you crackled with everything unsaid. He didn't turn, but his voice cut through the quiet: "You shouldn't be here." The words were ice, but beneath them, a tremor. He set the glass down slo…