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The rain hit the pavement the same moment Rohan Mehta walked back into Lily Sharma’s life, two years after he vanished without a word. Now he’s a CEO, she’s twenty-four hours from a contract marriage arranged by her father, and one night in his apartment isn’t enough. He’ll wait the two years, but he makes one demand: Lily will only ever carry his child. Also she will join his office as his secretary.
Lily steps into the warm, coffee-scented dimness of the cafe and sees Rohan at their usual corner table, his charcoal suit crisp, dark eyes already on her. She slides into the chair across from him, t
The cafe lights flicker off, and Lily and Rohan step out into the downpour, the cold rain soaking through her cream blouse. He pulls her into the narrow alley beside the cafe, his hands cupping her fa
Grey light seeps through the glass tower windows as Lily sits on the edge of Rohan's bed, pulling her cream blouse over her shoulders, the gold pendant cold against her skin. Rohan's hand closes aroun
The hotel suite is all champagne and white silk, and Lily stands at the window in her wedding dress, watching the city lights blur as Aarav loosens his tie behind her. He crosses the room, his hands s