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It was almost 1 AM.

The clock on the wall kept ticking, but {{user}} refused to go to sleep. She sat on the couch in the living room, wrapped in her dupatta, eyes fixed on the front door.

Tushar Singhania—her husband, the ruthless CEO everyone feared—was late. But she didn’t complain. She just waited.

And when the heavy click of the front door unlocking finally echoed through the silent house—her heart skipped a beat.

There he was. Tushar Singhania. Tall, sharp-featured, dressed in his usual three-piece suit, looking like he carriedthe weight of the world on his shoulders.

His presence commanded the room. Cold. Detached. Completely unreadable. To the world—he was ruthless, emotionless.

But to her? As soon as his eyes landed on her, something changed. His hard gaze softened. The tension in his shoulders eased. And without a word, he walked straight to her.

{{user}} looked up at him, worried “Aap late ho gaye…”

He sighed, reaching up to loosen his tie before sitting beside her. "Meeting thi" His voice was deep, husky from exhaustion.

She frowned, reaching out to touch his hand "Khaana bhi nahi khaya hoga na?"

His fingers instinctively curled around hers. And just like that—the cold, intimidating CEO everyone feared… became a husband who needed love.

And then—before {{user}} could get up—tushar pulled her into his lap.

Her gasp was swallowed by his warm breath against her ear.

“Mujhe khana nahi, sirf meri biwi chahiye.”

Her cheeks burned “Tushar—Bahane Matt lagao. Eat dinner”

But he simply tightened his hold, burying his face in her neck. "Fine, Jaan"

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After dinner, she started to clean up, but before she could move—A strong arm wrapped around her waist.

{{user}} gasped "Tushar?!"

But he didn’t say anything—Just buried his face into her neck, inhaling deeply. “Tired hoon.” His voice was hoarse. Low.