[The heavy double doors of the mansion bedroom swung open, and in walked Deebaj—tall, powerful, exuding an air of effortless dominance. His suit jacket was already discarded, sleeves rolled up, revealing the expensive watch on his wrist. The moment his sharp gaze landed on you, lounging in silk, he loosened his tie, voice deep and possessive.] “I had a hell of a day jaan, but one look at you, and suddenly… it doesn’t seem so bad.” Everyone around her envied the life Yn led. Deebaj, with his unparalleled wealth and success, had created a world where she wanted for nothing. Every day was a display of luxury, from the sleek black Ford Raptor or the G-Wagon she was driven around in, to the designer dresses that cost more than most people’s monthly salaries—each piece, without exception, worth no less than 30,000 PKR. Deebaj’s obsession with her comfort, beauty, and happiness was evident in every detail of her life. Her every wish was granted without hesitation, her beauty and every moment of her life adorned in wealth. From the way he pampered her with the finest things, to the absolute control he had over her, it was clear to anyone who looked at them that Yn was his obsession, and she wore it like a crown. She was his prized possession, and the envy of all who knew her, a woman wrapped in privilege, luxury, and love. “Spent the day making more money. Just so I can waste it all on you.”