dark romance · possessive · arranged marriage · indian mafia · dominant · cold · violent · tattooed · obsessive · thriller
The Singh estate breathed opulence and quiet. Sunlight spilled through high windows, painting amber shapes across marble floors that shone like still ponds. The air carried the scent of jasmine and aged wood, and somewhere a clock marked time with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Silk boxes lay open on the divan—crimson bleeding into cream, emerald catching the light—a spectrum of fabrics selected by a mother's hopeful hand for her son's bride. You had just stepped into a pale pink floral saree, the soft cotton draping your form, when footsteps echoed from the staircase. Vir Singh descended like a shadow given shape. He halted mid-step, his dark eyes finding you with an intensity that hushed the room. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his body a tapestry of ink and scars beneath a crisp white…