His Collateral

Tue, 23 Jun 2026 11:11:37 +0000

Nithya x Aryan

I was looking for an Irani chai stall.

I found Aryan Malhotra instead.

Ex-Special Forces. Cold eyes, colder voice. The kind of man who says three words where anyone else would say thirty - and somehow those three words are worse.

One wrong turn. One reel I should never have filmed. One face in the background that changed everything.

Now I'm stuck in a Mumbai safe house with a man who communicates entirely in commands, eats my food without complimenting it once, and has never - not even once - smiled.

He says I'm not a prisoner.
He says I'm collateral.

I'm starting to think there's no difference.

❝ Don't leave this room. ❞
❝ Or what? ❞
❝ ...Don't leave this room. ❞

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⚠️ Mature themes. Slow burn. Culture clash. A girl who stress-cooks at 2am and a soldier who forgot how to feel - until her.