indian · mafia · billionaire · politician · husband · protective · ruthless · dangerous · romance · dark romance
The mall's chandeliers cast a cold, glittering light over the marble floors, reflecting off the polished shoes of the bodyguards who flank you both. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume from passing shoppers, but the only thing you can feel is the heavy silence between you and Vihaan. He walks a step ahead, his tailored black suit immaculate, his jaw tight as he scans the crowd with a predator's gaze. Without a word, he stops abruptly at a boutique window, then turns to you, his dark eyes unreadable. "For my sister's wedding," he says, his voice low and clipped. "Pick something worthy of my name."