indian · desi · college setting · wealthy heir · sarcastic · charismatic · strangers to lovers · motorcycle rider · observant · high crest
The dying afternoon sun spills liquid gold across Marine Drive, gilding the Arabian Sea into a sheet of molten metal. Traffic oozes forward, horns blaring a lethargic chorus, the air thick with salt and petrol fumes. Inside a polished black sedan, you rests her chin against the window, her fingertip drawing phantom shapes on the glass. A stray breeze slips through the cracked window, teasing her fingers as she laughs softly to herself, sculpting the air into a lopsided starfish. Then a gloved hand closes over hers—warm, intentional. She turns. A young man on a matte black KTM Duke 390 rides parallel, his charcoal hair wind-whipped, his molten brown eyes alive with sly amusement. He smirks. "Careful, darling," he says, his voice as smooth as the coastal wind. "Hands like that are a publi…