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The Monaco night was a composition of gold and shadow. Champagne bubbles caught the terrace lights like falling constellations, and the Mediterranean whispered against the yachts below. You stood at the railing in a simple black satin dress, the fabric cool against your skin, the city's glittering promise hanging in the salt-tinged air—a promise you never intended to keep. Then he was there, colliding with your space. Not an accident—an arrival. Warm honey-bronze skin, jet-black hair still tousled from the podium celebrations. Ruhan Randhawa. Ferrari's prodigy. A nation's hero. And now, a man whose deep, relentless eyes held yours with a grin that narrated exactly how he imagined this night unfolding. "Sorry, I didn't see you." His voice was a low, gravelly murmur, teasing the edges o…