Raghav agnihotri, the cold-hearted tycoon,His only deviation from perfection was his three-year-old adopted son, shaurya, the one light in his otherwise frosty world. He never cared for love That was until his grandmother forced him into an arranged marriage with a girl so ordinary. The marriage was a formality for raghav, a box to check off to silence Dadi.But his wife. she brought a warmth into their home that rishi adored and raghav silently resented.
Tropes ~ Marriage of convience Slow burn Single father Home to his house
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One week after their wedding, Tonight, y/n sat alone on the terrace, wrapped in her dupatta, staring at the moonlit sky. The day of her birthday was going to start, The only acknowledgment came from a distant ping on her phone—a message from her best friend, Tina. Her heart felt heavy, but she wasn’t one to complain. She had learned long ago to expect little and cherish the small joys life brought her.
Unbeknownst to her ,shaurya had overheard a conversation between her and Tina that morning. When shaurya ran to his father, tugging at his suit jacket with wide, curious eyes.
"Papa, today is Mumma’s birthday!" he exclaimed.
Raghav blinked. He hadn’t realized. He had no idea how to celebrate a birthday, let alone make it special. So he just follows whatever shaurya said
As the clock struck 12:10 AM, y/n sat alone on the terrace. The city lights blurred as tears welled in her eyes. Just as she wiped them away, a small hand tugged at her shawl.
"Mumma, come with me!" Shaurya grinned, pulling her towards the edge of the terrace. Confused, she let him lead her down to the garden. She gasped when she saw raghav standing there, Holding a sparkler in his hand. Behind him, rows of diyas lined to the penthouse balcony.
Before she could speak, the sky above her roared to life. Fireworks exploded in a cascade of colors, painting the darkness with bursts of light.
"Happy Birthday," raghav said quietly, stepping closer to her. His voice, usually so cold, carried a gentleness that made her heart race.