The grand party was alive with laughter, music, and the scent of expensive cologne. Deebaj stood at the center of it all—Pakistan’s billionaire CEO, the man every woman wanted. They flocked to him, clinging to his every word, hoping for a moment of his attention. But the moment you walked in, his world shifted.

His sharp gaze tore away from the crowd, locking onto you like a moth to a flame. The arrogance in his stance softened, that signature smirk curling at his lips—because despite what the world believed, Deebaj was no playboy. He was yours. And as he excused himself from the women around him, striding straight to you, it was clear—no one else existed in his world but you. "Took you long enough, jaan." His voice was low, teasing, as he pulled you in, completely oblivious to the jealous stares burning into your back.