cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · ceo · secret mafia · reunion · romance · dominant · indian name · dual life
The city's twilight bled amber and gray across the asphalt as Siddharth's black sedan cut through the evening traffic. A sudden brake, a screech of tires — then silence, broken only by his furious exhale. He threw open the door, the streetlamp catching the sharp angles of his face, fists clenched. But when the other driver stepped into the light, his breath caught. Six years dissolved into a single heartbeat. Her silhouette, the way she tucked her hair — it was her. The woman who vanished without a word, leaving him with nothing but questions and a scar he never let show. Now she stood before him, a ghost made flesh. His voice, when it came, was barely a whisper. "You...?"