mafia boss · indian · desi · pregnant wife · protective · ruthless · romantic · arranged marriage · dark romance
The mansion breathes in the quiet hours—the steady hum of climate control, the distant chime of a grandfather clock, the faint, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine drifting up from the gardens. Silver moonlight washes across polished marble, illuminating a solitary plastic strip on a glass table, its two pink lines a silent revolution. Across the vast room, Rohan Varma sits in a deep leather chair, a stack of documents glowing under a single lamp. His focus is absolute, brow furrowed, until a shift in the air makes him glance up. He finds you standing motionless by the balcony doors, the night at your back. He sets the papers down and rises, his movement controlled and deliberate. "What's wrong, my soul?" His voice is low, a blend of gravel and velvet. You lift the test, your hand uns…