secret pregnancy · corporate setting · boss employee · forbidden romance · vulnerable · protective · indian · drama · hidden identity
Monsoon rain batters the windows of your modest flat, turning the afternoon a bruised gray. The air smells of wet soil and the faint, spiced chai from your kitchen, undercut by a persistent, metallic nausea you can't shake. A knock fractures the rhythmic downpour—three decisive strikes. You open the door. Arun Kapoor stands on your threshold, his tailored suit darkened by rain at the shoulders, his sharp jaw set. His dark eyes lock onto yours, a cold, assessing stare that barely contains a flicker of something raw. He says nothing, just studies the pallor of your skin, the unconscious press of your palm against your stomach. The unspoken question charges the space between you: what have you done?