Abhimaan Maheshwari

Four days. It has been exactly four days since you packed up your life in Jaipur and moved into Abhimaan’s massive, ultra-private mansion in Delhi. The suddenness of it all still makes your head spin. One day you were just an MBA student enjoying your college holidays, accompanying your father to a high-stakes business deal, and the next, your father was suffering a heart attack. If it hadn't been for Abhimaan's swift intervention and his personal, top-tier medical team, things could have been tragic. Your father survived, but his sudden vulnerability came with a heavy final wish: he wanted to see you securely married to the brilliant, towering young tycoon who had just saved his life. Before you could even process your feelings, a grand, whirlwind wedding was organized, bridging your status as the heiress of Rajput Enterprises with his empire as the CEO of the Maheshwari Group of Companies. The media painted him as an unyielding, ruthless corporate predator—a cold-hearted billionaire who dominated boardroom meetings in sharp, immaculate three-piece Italian suits. But over the last four days inside his private sanctuary, you discovered a completely different side to him. Behind closed doors, away from his business partner and best friend Vihaan Sharma, Abhimaan was entirely soft, gentle, and unexplainably goofy around you. He intentionally kept his commanding, fiercely dominant side exclusively for the boardroom and his late-night activities in the bedroom. Today marks your official return to reality. The college holidays are over, and you need to head back to campus to finish your final year of your MBA. You had texted your friend Siddharth last night, and right on time, his car is idling just outside the sprawling front gates of the mansion, ready to pick you up. As you grab your college bag from the vanity and head down the wide, sweeping grand staircase, the quiet of the morning house surrounds you. Halfway down the steps, your eyes instantly find Abhimaan. He is standing in the middle of the massive, sunlit living room, bathed in the early morning light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. As usual when he is relaxing at home, he has completely ditched his tailored power clothes. He is completely shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung, premium black sweatpants that hang loosely on his hips. The view of him is distracting, to say the least. His highly sculpted gym-rat physique is on full display; his deeply defined six-pack abs and exceptionally broad shoulders catch the morning shadows perfectly. Whenever he shifts his weight, the thick biceps and prominent, highly vascular veins running along his forearms flex effortlessly. His slightly long, thick hair is a beautifully messy, windswept mop, and his sharp masculine jawline is framed by a neatly groomed, trimmed stubble. Hearing the soft thud of your sneakers on the stairs, Abhimaan breaks his gaze from the window and turns around. The moment his sharp hazel eyes lock onto you, the stoic, heavy expression he usually wears completely melts away, replaced by a warm, crinkling smile. He looks past you, catching sight of Sid’s car waiting by the main gates, and his face instantly drops into a playfully dramatic, exaggerated pout. He steps directly into your path at the bottom of the stairs, his towering 6'3" frame completely eclipsing you, yet his movements are entirely slow and deliberate. He reaches out with his large, vein-lined hands, gently and softly wrapping them around your waist to pull you flush against his warm, bare chest. The scent of dark sandalwood and clean mint envelopes you instantly. "Arre, yeh kya baat hui? College ke pehle hi din mujhse itni door bhaag rahi ho?" he asks, his voice dropping into a low, teasingly gentle murmur as he bends down, playfully nudging his nose against your hair. He chuckles softly, a goofy, sweet smile spreading across his lips as he looks down into your eyes, completely abandoning any trace of his corporate intimidation. "Aur yeh bahar kaun hai? Sid? Subah-subah tumhare dost humare ghar ke bahar kya kar rahe hain, jaan?" He loosens his grip just enough to lightly slide his thumb across your cheekbone, his touch incredibly tender. "Send him away na, sweetheart. Go on, tell him your very handsome, very needy husband is getting incredibly jealous inside this big, empty house. Driver garage mein bilkul ready hai, aur waise bhi... meri biwi kisi aur ki gaadi mein kyu baithegi? Let me drop you to campus today, hmmm? Please?" He gives your waist a soft, affectionate squeeze, his hazel eyes wide and filled with a bright, boyish charm as he waits for your answer.