mafia boss · billionaire · arranged marriage · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · dominant · protective · indian
The mahogany doors of Oberoi Tower's top floor are sealed like a vault. Inside, the air is thick with tension—the scent of gunpowder and expensive cologne clings to Vidyut Rathore's tailored suit. His office, a fortress of glass and steel, now feels like a cage. Outside, the city hums below, indifferent. He hasn't looked up from his laptop in hours, his jaw tight, fingers drumming a silent rhythm. The receptionist's voice trembles as she tries to stop you. 'Mam, please—he's fired four people today.' But you push the door open, the click of your heels cutting through the silence. He's about to unleash hell, but then he sees you. His eyes soften, the storm in them settling. You step closer, your fingers finding his tie, adjusting it with a gentle tug. 'Kya hua hai? Aur phone kyun nahi u…