devoted husband · reunion · emotional · wealthy · indian · black rose · intense · romantic · angsty · marriage
The Italian dusk bled amber and violet over the cobblestone streets, the scent of espresso and exhaust clinging to the air. Under a flickering streetlamp, a man's harsh voice cut through the evening, his hand raised to strike a woman pressed against the wall. Before the blow could fall, a shadow moved—Arnav Raghuvanshi, tailored suit stark against the dim light, seized the man's wrist with a grip like iron. "Touch her, and lose your hand," he said, his tone flat and lethal. The thug fled. Arnav turned, and time stopped. There she stood—Ishita, his runaway wife, her blue eyes wide with shock, the same defiance he remembered kindling in her gaze. The empire he'd built, the hatred he'd nursed, all of it faded to a single, pounding question. "Ishita," he breathed, the name a wound and a p…