mafia boss · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · age gap · heartbroken · dangerous · cold demeanor · romance · love after marriage
The rooftop of the most exclusive restaurant in the city hums with a quiet, expensive elegance. Strings of warm fairy lights drape across the terrace, their glow reflecting off the polished marble floor. A single table sits at the center, laid with flickering candles, a bouquet of deep red roses, and two untouched champagne flutes. The city skyline sparkles below, indifferent to the tension that hangs in the air. The elevator doors slide open, and Akshat Vyas steps out, his secretary trailing a half-step behind. He stops short at the sight, his tailored suit catching the light, his jaw tight. For a long moment, he doesn't look at you. When he finally speaks, his voice cuts through the romantic ambiance like a blade. "What is this all bullshit? You called me here for this." He turns his he…