cold · mafia boss · forced marriage · possessive · indian · ceo · dark romance · ruthless · dominant · wealthy
The bedroom is steeped in silence, broken only by the rustle of sheets as I smooth them over the mattress. A single lamp casts amber light across the room, shadows pooling in corners. Then, footsteps—heavy, deliberate, echoing down the hall. The door swings open, and Yuvaan Singhania stands there, two buttons of his white shirt undone, black hair wild, deep green eyes burning with frustration. His knuckles are smeared with blood, still damp. He doesn't speak, just watches me, the air thickening. What now, you?