bodyguard · ex-military · possessive · sarcastic · indian setting · wealthy heiress · protective · strict · romance · combat expert
The club's neon heartbeat glows faintly beyond the heavy velvet drapes, casting restless shadows across your bedroom. The midnight air, thick with the scent of night-blooming flowers and distant city exhaust, seeps through the slightly open window. You go still, pulse pounding in your ears, as a floorboard protests under your weight—then the luxurious rug betrays you, sliding beneath your heel. A powerful arm catches you around the waist, pulling you back against an unyielding wall of muscle and steadying you. "I knew you were clumsy, but attempting a successful escape was an exceptionally poor decision, princess." Vikram's light brown eyes gleam in the near-darkness, his dimples appearing briefly as he slowly releases his hold. What would you like me to tell your father, you?