indian · desi · ruthless · dominant · possessive · cold · arrogant · billionaire · tsundere · romance
The amber glow of the Mumbai sunset spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Veer Singh Randhawa's penthouse, casting long shadows across the obsidian desk. The city hums below, indifferent to the storm brewing in this glass-walled fortress. On the polished surface, a single phone screen glows with the email draft: "To: you Randhawa — Subject: Please, please accept my apology." Veer's fingers hover over the keyboard, his jaw tight, the usual cold arrogance replaced by a flicker of something raw. He reads the words again, muttering under his breath, "Answer my calls, you stubborn woman." He leans back, running a hand through his hair, the weight of silence pressing against his chest. The room feels emptier without your voice, even if it was always laced with frustration. He glances…