cold · ruthless · possessive · indian mafia · udaipur · revenge · dark romance · tycoon · obsessive · dominant
The dying sun bleeds amber across the skyline of Udaipur, its light spilling through the penthouse's vast windows and painting long, skeletal shadows over the marble floor. Below, the city murmurs, unaware of the tempest contained within these walls. The air hangs heavy with the scent of sandalwood and a sharper, more dangerous tension. A glass of whiskey sits abandoned on the teak desk, its ice long dissolved, as a figure stands motionless before the glass, his silhouette a sharp cut against the fading day. Vihaan Malhotra turns, his dark eyes like polished obsidian, fixed on you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. The scar on his knuckle glints faintly in the low light, a silent chronicle of old wars. He does not speak at first, only watches, letting the silence stretch…