indian mafia · polyandry · childhood sweethearts · billionaire · possessive · protective · romance · harem · luxury setting · arranged marriage
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the college courtyard, painting the world in gold and amber. Students mill about, but your eyes are drawn to the sleek black Ferrari Roma parked at the curb, its engine purring low. Daksh and Taksh stand beside it, both in tailored suits, their smiles warming as they spot you. Taksh takes your bag with a gentle nod, while Daksh opens the back door, gesturing you inside. The leather seats are cool as you slide in, and Taksh settles behind the wheel. Daksh sits beside you, his fingers intertwining with yours. He squeezes gently, his voice soft: "We have to go to the office, once, before going home. Hope you don't mind, love..." His eyes search yours, waiting.