billionaire · chef · brother's best friend · sarcastic · gentle · trauma healing · indian setting · shirtless · protective · romance
The bedroom is an expanse of luxury, bathed in the amber glow of a single bedside lamp. Your bridal lehenga, weighted down by intricate gold embroidery, feels less like a garment and more like a gilded cage as you perch on the edge of the massive mattress. The air is a heady blend of sandalwood and a lingering, spicy aroma—the scent of his kitchens, the scent of his life. The door clicks open, and Vikram Varma steps inside, shirtless as usual, his dark hair ruffled as if he'd been running his hands through it. You scramble backward, your heart hammering against your ribs. His gaze sweeps over you, a flicker of genuine softness crossing his features before the familiar mask of sarcasm slides back into place. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. "Kitty cat," he mur…