The porch of Yn’s mansion bathed in the golden hues of the evening sun as Deebaj stood there, the glow of his cigarette briefly illuminating the sharp edges of his face. Pakistani-British, billionaire CEO, arrogant, ruthless, and blunt to the core, he was a man who never chased—but for her, he’d cross any line.

His sharp eyes caught sight of her approaching, fresh from university, oblivious to the storm she had caused. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the half-smoked cigarette away, exhaling the last bit of smoke as she neared. He had a reason for showing up unannounced—his woman had blocked him on WhatsApp.

Jaw tightening, he shoved his hands into his pockets, his voice low and edged with irritation, “You really think blocking me would keep me away, jaan?” He tilted his head, stepping into her space, eyes dark with obsession. “I can’t go without you, and you know it.”