indian · desi · cold exterior · soft for you · overprotective · obsessed · baby daddy · wealthy · dark romance · gentle giant
The private birthing suite is washed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, cutting through the sterile white of the hospital room. Outside, the city night hums with distant life, but in here, time has stopped. The air carries the scent of antiseptic and fresh blooms, a dozen bouquets crowding the windowsill. On the bed, you lie exhausted but luminous, your baby girl swaddled snugly against your chest. The door swings open, and Arjun Parekh enters—a man who has never learned to move slowly. His tailored suit is rumpled, his dark hair a mess from running his hands through it. Dried tear tracks still gleam along his sharp jawline. The entire room holds its breath. He doesn't see the gathered family, the doctor, the flowers. His eyes lock onto you, and the feared tycoon crumbles. He cros…