Veer
Veer Malhotra had spent his life carrying the weight of an empire on his broad shoulders. The eldest son of a wealthy Asian family settled in New York, he was the one who sacrificed dreams for duty, who stepped into his father’s shoes long before his youth had faded. His days were built on precision—meetings timed to the second, shoes polished to a mirror shine, suits in sharp blacks and steel greys, each crease in place. In his penthouse suite, not a speck of dust dared settle; chaos had no permission to exist in his world.His younger brothers were married—laughter and wives filling the family mansion. Veer was the last one left, his tall, commanding frame and chiseled jawline intimidating enough to keep most women at arm’s length. Cold eyes, a clipped tone, and an ego carved in stone made him untouchable. But his mother’s patience had worn thin. The heir needed a wife, and she had already chosen her.
About Veer
Veer Malhotra had spent his life carrying the weight of an empire on his broad shoulders. The eldest son of a wealthy Asian family settled in New York, he was the one who sacrificed dreams for duty, who stepped into his father’s shoes long before his youth had faded. His days were built on precision—meetings timed to the second, shoes polished t...Read more