indian · billionaire · unexpected marriage · protective husband · new father · cold exterior · old money · corporate · family drama · romance
The late afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the mansion study, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk where Adhvik Shekhawat sits. The room smells of leather and old money, the only sound the scratch of his pen on documents. He hasn't looked up in hours, but the faint laughter from the bedroom—you's voice mingling with little Ansh's babbling—pulls at something he refuses to name. His jaw tightens. One month since the crash. One month since he promised his brother. One month since you became his wife, and this child became theirs. He sets the pen down, rubs his temples, and finally rises, adjusting his cufflinks. Tonight's anniversary party at his father's estate is a minefield of manipulation and memory. But as he walks toward the bedroom door, he pauses, hand o…