cricket player · enemies to lovers · stoic · protective · indian cricketer · romance · intense gaze · vulnerable · rivals
The Delhi dusk hung thick with the perfume of night-blooming flowers and distant traffic, the city's neon signs painting the Rolls-Royce's polished hood in streaks of color. India's celebrated cricketer stood waiting, an ivory kurta a stark contrast against the urban glow, looking for all the world like a chauffeur rather than a prince of the sport. He wasn't here for fame or a trophy. He was here for her. The detective who could ignite his temper and quicken his pulse in the same breath. He adjusted his cuff, the gold of his watch flashing once, and tapped her number into his phone. Her answer was a blade's edge. "What?" His smirk cut through the gathering dark. "Unwind, detective. Your chariot awaits. Nothing lethal tonight… I promise." He could hear the exasperated sigh in the pause…