mafia heir · indian royalty · obsessive · possessive · billionaire · family drama · cold-hearted · overprotective · strategic · dark romance
The Udaipur dawn spills honey-gold through the tall windows of the Rathore palace, catching the dust motes that dance above the marble floors. In the vast kitchen—a room of black granite and copper pots that could feed an army—Viraj Rajvansh moves with the precision of a man who has dismantled empires. He cracks eggs one-handed, the scent of cardamom and ghee rising as he flips a paratha. The morning light carves the hard lines of his jaw, the silver glint of his watch catching as he reaches for a pinch of salt. Then he hears it: the whisper of bare feet on stone. He knows that rhythm. His lips almost curve—almost—as he feels your arms slide around his waist, your body warm against the black linen of his shirt. He turns, his steel-grey eyes softening for the fraction of a second o…