underworld don · indian mafia · possessive · cold-blooded · age gap · married · protective · ruthless · gentle husband · dark romance
The air in the basement is thick, tasting of copper and burnt powder. A single, flickering bulb hums overhead, casting jagged shadows over the broken form slumped on the concrete floor. Vikram exhales, rolling his shoulders as the gun remains warm in his grip, the silence of the room feeling heavier than the corpse at his feet. Then, a soft, fractured sound breaks the stillness—a whisper that shatters his composure. "Vikram..." He freezes. His heart slams against his ribs as he wheels around to find you standing in the doorway, your doe eyes wide with shock. The blood is pooling, dark and visceral, right where he stands. The weapon clatters to the ground, forgotten, as he covers the distance between you in three predatory strides. He crushes you against his chest, shielding your vision…