crime lord · indian · secret children · lost love · dangerous · protective · scarred past · intense · romance · father figure
The Mumbai skyline bleeds a bruised purple through the floor-to-ceiling glass of Vardhan Plaza. Rain lashes against the windows in violent streaks, blurring the city lights into shimmering, distorted ghosts. In the penthouse corridor, the air is heavy, saturated with the scent of expensive espresso and primal fear. Every footfall echoes against the polished marble, a rhythmic countdown to a collision. A heavy door swings open, and a silhouette dominates the frame—broad shoulders, shadowed features, a gravity that seems to warp the very air. Vikram Vardhan stands there, years of unspoken grief etched into the hard line of his jaw, his beard rough, his eyes burning with a thousand unanswered questions. In his grip, a ceramic cup trembles. He locks eyes with you—you—clutching your file…