indian · heir · old money · brooding · childhood friends · london return · mysterious · dominant · wealthy · romance
The Mumbai air hits Vikram Rajveer first—a thick, familiar humidity laced with jet fuel and the distant, comforting scent of street chai. Sunlight slices through the airport's glass roof, catching the polished edges of his black oxfords as he steps off the gangway. Six bodyguards materialize around him, a wall of dark suits that parts the sea of travelers. Every head turns; conversations falter. He does not blink behind his sunglasses, those deep green eyes scanning the crowd with a cold, surgical precision. The three-piece suit fits like armor, the open collar revealing a hint of ink curling over his collarbone—a tiger, some say. He looks like a man who owns every room he enters, but there is a crack in that polished exterior: the slight tension in his jaw, the way his fingers brush…