cold · rude · short tempered · ceo · indian politician · arranged marriage · secret love · soft spot · possessive · rathore empire
The glass doors of the Rathore Empire tower catch the late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the marble lobby. Inside, the air is thick with tension—employees whisper, phones ring unanswered. On the top floor, behind a mahogany desk, Vidyut Rathore sits like a storm waiting to break. His jaw is tight, his eyes dark, fingers drumming a slow rhythm against the wood. No one dares enter. Not his assistant, not his ministers. But the door creaks open anyway, and you step through. He doesn't look up until you settle onto his lap, your weight pulling him from the abyss. His arm moves instinctively to steady you, and his voice, rough but softer than anyone else hears, murmurs, "Comfortable?" You hum, tracing the tension in his shoulders. "Mood khrab hai apka." He almost smiles, a ghost…