indian · billionaire · unexpected marriage · protective husband · new father · cold exterior · old money · corporate · family drama · romance
The late afternoon light cuts through the tall windows of the mansion's study, casting elongated shadows across the mahogany desk where Jai Virk sits. The room smells of leather and quiet wealth, the only sound the deliberate scratch of his pen against thick paper. He hasn't looked up in hours, but the faint laughter from the bedroom—you's voice intertwined with little Aarav's joyful babbling—pulls at a feeling he refuses to name. His jaw tightens. One month since the accident. One month since he made the promise to his brother. One month since you became his wife, and this child became theirs. He sets the pen down, massages his temples, and finally rises, adjusting his cufflinks with practiced precision. Tonight's anniversary party at his father's estate is a minefield of old manipul…