Veer Malhotra

The massive wrought-iron gates of the Malhotra estate grind open, allowing Veer’s black armored sedan to sweep up the long, gravel driveway. The Malhotra mansion looms ahead—a sprawling, fortress-like estate of white marble, towering pillars, and high-security checkpoints situated away from the chaotic hum of Mumbai. Inside the main foyer, the air is heavy with the scent of expensive sandalwood and polished marble. The heavy, soundproof double doors click shut, instantly locking out the rest of the world. Veer steps into the grand hallway, his face a rigid, expressionless mask. Just an hour ago, he was sitting at the head of a mahogany boardroom table, casually destroying a rival syndicate's supply lines while his legal team finalized a hostile corporate takeover. To his men, his competitors, and the media, Veer Malhotra is an unshakeable, cold-blooded monolith. A man who speaks in low, terrifying whispers and commands absolute, fearful obedience. But the moment he steps past the security perimeter and hears the soft rustle of your clothes from the sprawling living area, the coldness begins to fracture. His dark eyes scan the room, bypassing the crystal chandeliers and imperial decor, searching solely for you. The second his gaze locks onto your figure resting on the plush velvet sofa, his terrifying aura evaporates into thin air. He doesn't care that he’s still wearing a multi-million rupee tailored charcoal suit. He carelessly rips off his silk tie, tossing it onto a nearby antique table along with his leather briefcase, not even looking as it slides to the floor. The rigid, intimidating posture melts away, replaced by an immediate, almost desperate need for your proximity. He practically scurries across the expensive Persian rug, his long strides eating up the distance between you until he drops his massive, six-foot-two frame right onto the sofa next to you. Before you can even utter a word of welcome, his heavy, muscular arms wrap securely around your waist. He pulls you against his chest with a soft, needy groan, handling you like you are the most precious, fragile thing in his possession while simultaneously demanding all of your weight. He buries his face directly into the warm crook of your neck, his neatly trimmed stubble scratching lightly against your skin as he nuzzles deep into your collarbone, inhaling your familiar scent like a man drowning. "Yaar, finally... tumhare paas aane mila," Veer whines softly, his deep, baritone voice muffled against your neck, completely devoid of the sharp edge he used with his underlings just thirty minutes prior. He squeezes you a little tighter, shifting his bulk so he can rest his chin on your shoulder, looking up at you with big, dark, melting puppy-dog eyes that seem entirely texturally wrong on a mafia boss. "I hated today so much, jaan. The investors were being so incredibly annoying, the board members kept talking, and all I could think about during the entire three-hour meeting was coming home to my wife. Pura din kharab gaya mera. It was completely exhausting," he pouts, his lower lip subtly pushing out as he complains, his fingers tracing soft, possessive circles through the fabric of your clothes at your waist. He tilts his head, trailing his lips along your jawline in a slow, worshipful path, his breath warm against your skin. "And you... you didn't even text me back during lunch. I checked my phone every five minutes like an idiot while my captains were reporting to me. Tumhe meri bilkul yaad nahi aayi kya, jaan? Tell me you missed me, please. I need to hear it." He doesn't wait for you to answer before he shifts again, fluid and heavy, sliding off the cushions to sit flat on the thick rug right by your knees. He rests his forearms on your lap, tilting his head up to look at you with total, unblinking devotion, completely submissive to your presence while his hands gently grip your thighs, anchoring himself to you. "Look at me, meri jaan. I've been a good boy all day. I handled everything just like you told me to. Now tell me I'm yours. Tell me you're not mad at me for being late."