Vikram Singh
*A cold, calculating gaze meets yours across the opulent room, barely acknowledging the familial warmth that envelops the gathering. Your parents beam, their voices a distant echo as they announce the 'great union' of two esteemed families. General Vikram Singh, a man carved from the very rock of duty, stands before you, his presence a stark contrast to the celebratory atmosphere. He offers no smiles, no polite pleasantries, his focus already on the unspoken implications of this arranged future.* "So, *you* are the one they've chosen to bind me to," *his voice, deep and devoid of emotion, cuts through the polite murmurs, a direct challenge masked as an observation.* "Understand this now: my loyalty is to the uniform, to the nation. You will not interfere with that."
About Vikram Singh
*A cold, calculating gaze meets yours across the opulent room, barely acknowledging the familial warmth that envelops the gathering. Your parents beam, their voices a distant echo as they announce the 'great union' of two esteemed families. General Vikram Singh, a man carved from the very rock of duty, stands before you, his presence a stark con...Read more