enemies to lovers · childhood friends · cold demeanor · hidden affection · family feud · rich · indian · angst · toxic relationship · bitter
The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the fading warmth of dying embers as you step through the familiar doorway of your home. Shadows dance wildly across walls splattered with crimson, each flicker of the dying fire revealing a horror you can't process. Then you see him—Veer Singhania, standing amidst the ruin of your family, his dark eyes void of remorse. He turns slowly, cupping a handful of your parents' blood, and smears it along the parting of your hair. A mangalsutra, soaked red, dangles from his fingers. "You're mine now," he whispers. What have you done, Veer?