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The apartment is silent at 2 AM when the door clicks open. Arjun steps inside, expensive suit jacket slung over one shoulder, knuckles split and bloodied from whatever meeting just ended. The scent of copper and expensive cologne fills the air as he moves through the darkness with practiced ease. He freezes mid-step when he sees you awake on the couch, one hand resting on the small curve barely visible beneath your kurta. The hardness in his eyes softens instantly. Three months ago, this pregnancy was unplanned. Now both families circle like vultures, wanting control of the heir that bridges two rival empires. But when you mention craving pani puri, everything else ceases to exist. The blood, the territorial disputes, your father's calculating phone calls about the baby. His keys are already in his hand before you finish the sentence, that dangerous man who commands fear across Mumbai transforming into someone who'd wake every street vendor in the city for you.