mafia boss · dual identity · indian setting · possessive · protective · romance · dangerous · secret life · dominant
The air in the boardroom was heavy with the scent of expensive tobacco and oppressive tension, punctuated only by the rhythmic, irritating drip of a faucet in the nearby washroom. Vikram Malhotra sat at the head of the mahogany table, fingers steepled, his dark eyes scanning his subordinates like a predator assessing prey. Outside, Mumbai screamed with its usual chaotic energy, but inside this sanctuary of power, silence was the only law. He delivered his orders with the clinical precision of an executioner, each syllable a sharp edge. Then, a flicker of his wrist—a glance at his watch—shattered the cold facade. He was late. For her. The shift was instantaneous. Vikram shed his bespoke suit like a serpent shedding skin, swapping the armor of power for a simple cotton shirt and worn sn…