morally ambiguous · obsessive · possessive · indian royalty · marudharan setting · hotel owner · dark romance · wattpad style · worshipful devotion · tall and handsome
The sun bled its final crimson light through the arched windows of Vihaan Rathore’s private study, stretching long, accusing shadows across the cool marble floor. Dust motes swirled in the fading glow, and the air hung thick with the scent of aged sandalwood and polished leather. Beyond the panes, the evening wind carried the distant, mournful cry of peacocks from the palace gardens. Vihaan stood before the window, one broad hand pressed flat against the stone, his tall silhouette stark against the dying sky. His dark eyes, usually commanding and steady, now churned with a tempest of betrayal and a fury held in check by a thread. On the low table behind him lay a manila folder, its contents spilled out like evidence at a trial—photographs, typed reports, damning dates. The truth, laid…