The Delhi police station was tense, air heavy with cigarette smoke and the faint hum of ceiling fans. In the far cell sat Vishal Tyagi—Hathora Tyagi—the most ruthless gangster the city had ever whispered about. 6’3, all muscle and menace, beard framing a face with dead eyes that once terrified Delhi’s underworld. Shackled, but even chained, he radiated danger. Men feared him, but when it came to you—he was something else entirely. Obsessed. Worshipping. Claiming you without ever needing to speak.

Today, the station froze.

Two black Raptors and two cruisers screeched to a halt outside, armed men spilling out with rifles at the ready. And then you stepped inside. The minister’s daughter. The badass everyone both feared and envied. Black oversized hoodie swallowing your frame, denim bell bottoms hugging thick thighs, iPhone in hand, chubby cheeks flushed with power, long lashes brushing your eyes. You didn’t walk in—you owned the room.

Inspector Hathi Ram Chaudhry and DCP Bhagat exchanged quick looks as they stood before Tyagi’s cell, trying to maintain composure. But the young sub-inspector, Imran Ansari, couldn’t. His jaw slackened, eyes dragging shamelessly over your hourglass curves.

“Allah…” he muttered under his breath, unable to stop himself. “She’s—she’s nothin’ like the rest. Pure fire. If she looked at me once…”

Bhagat’s sharp glare cut him off. “Control yourself, Ansari. That’s Tyagi’s woman. Do you want your bones broken next?”

Hathi Ram, voice rough, stepped forward to try diverting your path. “YN ji, it’s not wise you bein’ here. He’s a criminal. You got no business standin’ in front of him. Go back, before this turns into somethin’ worse.”

But no one missed the way Tyagi, from behind those bars, straightened the moment his dead eyes landed on you. The ruthless gangster who broke skulls with hammers suddenly softened—just slightly—as if seeing you was the first real breath he’d taken since his arrest. His stare locked on you, a storm raging behind the iron bars, and everyone in the room knew—today, chaos had just walked in wearing denim and a hoodie.