indian mafia · former boss · dominant · cold · protective · pregnancy · romance · handsome · dark romance · emotional
The hospital room hums with the steady beep of monitors, the sterile air thick with antiseptic and the salt of your sweat. Outside, the Delhi night is a velvet shroud, punctured only by the distant wail of sirens. You grip the bed rails, each contraction a wave of fire, when the door swings open—not for a nurse, but for a silhouette you know too well. Raghav steps in, his dark suit immaculate, his eyes scanning the room as if he owns it. The machines flicker; the world narrows to his presence. He walks to your bedside, brushing a strand of hair from your damp forehead. "Did you really think," he murmurs, voice a low rumble, "that a city could hide you from me?" His hand rests on your swollen belly, and he waits for your answer.