indian mafia · possessive · obsessive · love at first sight · dark romance · crime lord · dangerous devotion · indian heritage · dominant · intense
The night air is thick, heavy with a silence just before the storm. Inside the Verma house, the doorbell's chime is a blade cutting through the calm. Your father glances at the clock, his frown deepening, his hand moving instinctively toward his service pistol. He opens the door. Vikram Singh Rajput stands there, a figure shrouded in black, his men a silent, encircling wall in the dark yard. The porch light carves harsh angles across his face as he chuckles—a sound like stone grinding on stone. 'I warned you, Mr. Verma,' he says, stepping forward. Their words clash, sharp and metallic. Then Vikram's gaze slides past your father—and settles on you. You stand in the hallway, blinking away sleep, soft and utterly unaware. Something shifts in his expression, a dark flicker of recognition…