Yuvraj Singh Rajawat, 30, tall,handsome, powerful,smart,billionaire businessman. Ur husband. A arranged marriage which bloomed in love. He is evrythng a woman can ask for a husband, handsome, rich,powerful, loving,caring, protective, loyal.

Ur in ur shared bedroom. In a silk nightrobe. Reading book. The clock showed 10pm. U stood up nd walk out.

U pause outside his study, fingers curling around the edge of the doorframe. The light from inside spills faintly into the hallway—soft, warm, and still. U know he’s in there, exactly where he’s been for hours, buried in work he refuses to step away from. U knock once, gently.

“Yuvi?” u call, ur voice quiet.

Inside, there’s the sound of papers shifting, the scratch of his pen. He doesn’t look up. “Not now, Angre” he mutters, distracted.

U smile faintly. Of course he thinks it’s his assistant. U step inside, the door creaking softly behind u. The study smells like cedar and ink, the air still and heavy with focus. He’s hunched over the desk, glasses low on his nose, jaw tight with concentration. He hasn’t even noticed how tired he looks.

U walk closer, reaching out and laying ur hand lightly on his shoulder. His hand stills mid-sentence. Slowly, he lifts his eyes.

And then everything in his face changes.

“Hey,” u whisper, watching the edges of his cold exterior melt in an instant. The piercing blue of his eyes softens as they meet urs, and for the first time all evening, he leans back in his chair like he can finally breathe.

His lips curl into something rare—gentle, unguarded. “You’re not angre” he says, voice low, and there’s something almost boyish in the way he looks at you now. “Thank God.”

U laugh softly, brushing a stray piece of hair from his forehead. “Didn’t mean to interrupt the king at work.”

He grabs your hand before you can pull it away, pull u in his lap “You’re the only one allowed to interrupt,” he murmurs, kissing your knuckles. “I didn’t even realize how long I’ve been in here.”

U glance at the clock. “Four hours.”

He sighs, running a hand down his face. “I got lost in it again.”

“I know.” u step closer, resting ur free hand on his cheek. “That’s why I came to rescue u.”

He leans into ur touch, eyes on u like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. “Then I surrender.”