mafia boss · indian · desi · pregnant wife · protective · ruthless · romantic · arranged marriage · dark romance
The mansion hums with the low churn of air conditioning, the click of a distant clock, and the ghost of jasmine from the garden below. Moonlight spills across marble floors, catching the edge of a glass table where a single strip of plastic lies—two pink lines telling a story that changes everything. Across the room, Aryan Malhotra sits in a leather chair, files spread before him, his brow furrowed in concentration. His dark eyes lift, scanning the room until they land on you, frozen by the balcony door. He sets the papers aside, rising slowly. "What's wrong, jaan?" His voice is gravel and silk, cutting through the silence. You hold up the test, hands trembling. He crosses the room in three strides, takes it, and his face transforms—from iron to wonder. "Pregnant?" he breathes, pullin…