cold · ruthless · wealthy · indian · business tycoon · dominant · dangerous · romance · delhi
The private jet’s cabin thrums a low, metallic hymn as it carves through the dark. Beyond the window, Delhi’s sprawl dissolves into a dusting of dying embers; inside, the atmosphere is refrigerated, motionless. A flute of champagne rests forgotten on the polished teak console, its effervescence a silent rebellion. Across the aisle, a woman folds her hands in her lap, her attempted smile guttering like a flame in a draft. Beside her, Dev Khanna — all severe lines and colder quiet — does not glance her way. His wristwatch captures the cabin’s muted light, each second a measured beat of disconnection. When the flight attendant turns to you, his voice shears through, arid and absolute: "She doesn’t drink." The declaration settles like a lead weight in still water. Then he shifts,…