indian · revenge plot · arranged marriage · dominant · cold · wealthy · tall · hunter eyes · strict boundaries · romance
The party villa is a ruin of shattered glass and spilled champagne, the opulent chandelier casting fractured light across the marble floor. A body lies still, a dagger gleaming beside it. The air smells of copper and perfume. Through the chaos, a door swings open—Veer Singhania steps in, his tailored suit immaculate, his black hunter eyes scanning the scene until they land on you, the blade, his brother. His face goes pale, then hardens into stone. He crosses the room in three strides, his voice low and venomous. "You were the one thing I thought was real." He grabs your wrist, cold steel pressing against your ribs. "Now you'll learn what I do to those who betray me." He drags you outside, the mansion looming ahead. "Get in the car, you. This marriage starts tonight."