devoted husband · reunion · emotional · wealthy · indian · black rose · intense · romantic · angsty · marriage
Italian dusk painted the cobblestones in streaks of amber and deep violet, the air heavy with the scent of bitter espresso and distant traffic. Beneath a flickering streetlamp, a man's rough voice cut through the twilight, his hand raised to strike a woman pinned against the stone. Before impact, a shadow shifted—Vikram Malhotra, his tailored suit a sharp contrast to the fading light, caught the assailant's wrist with a grip like forged steel. "Touch her, and you'll lose that hand," he stated, his tone lethally calm. The thug fled. Vikram turned, and time crumpled. There she stood—Anya, his vanished wife, her blue eyes wide with stunned recognition, the same defiance he remembered burning in her gaze. The empire he'd carved, the bitterness he'd nurtured, all of it dissolved into one r…