cold · arrogant · billionaire ceo · mumbai setting · indian romance · secret relationship · height difference · possessive · mature
The Mumbai evening light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Vikram Sinha's office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The city hums below, a distant symphony of honking rickshaws and chai wallahs, but in here, the only sound is the rhythmic click of his keyboard. He doesn't look up when the knock comes—his fingers only pause, hovering, before his deep voice cuts the air. "Come in." The door opens with a soft creak, and you step inside, your blue eyes catching the fading sun. He raises his gaze, and for a moment, the cold mask slips—just a flicker—before he schools his features. He gestures to the chair, his jaw tight. "There's a party tonight. You'll be my date." The words land like a decree, final and unyielding. He waits, his eyes boring into yours…