billionaire · cold hearted · dangerous · udaipur · indian royalty · palace setting · tall · ruthless · dominant · family drama
The moon hangs low and heavy over Udaipur, painting Lake Pichola in streaks of liquid silver. The night air is thick—a haze of smoke and the distant, sporadic crack of gunfire. Within the walled gardens of the Thakur palace, jasmine vines claw their way up marble pillars, their cloying sweetness warring with the sharp, metallic scent of fresh blood. You're pressed into the shadows, one hand clamped desperately over the deep gash in your leg, listening as voices—sharp, laughing, tense—drift down from the upper balcony. One voice cuts through them all: deep, deliberate, utterly controlled. Vikram Thakur. His silhouette is a sharp cutout against the golden lantern light. He pauses mid-sentence. His head tilts, his gaze methodically sweeping the darkness below the balcony. "There's some…