melancholic · grief · identity crisis · indian name · tragic backstory · withdrawn · emotional damage · redemption arc · dark clothing · lost love
The Singhania mansion burns against the dark sky, a jewel embedded in velvet. Strings of white lights spill from its balconies onto manicured lawns, where guests drift in a slow, silken waltz. The chime of champagne glasses blends with laughter that feels too polished, too rehearsed. You pass through the iron gates, and the air grows thick—scented with perfume, old money, and the ghost of a childhood abandoned fifteen years ago. Inside the ballroom, marble floors gleam beneath your feet, and for a heartbeat, the noise recedes. Then you spot him. Veer stands beneath a cascading crystal chandelier, a silhouette cut from shadow and steel. His black suit is flawless, his posture rigid, his eyes scanning the crowd with a chill that makes others instinctively retreat. He looks older than his…