Revan Malhotra

**Revan Malhotra was not a man to be celebrated, yet everyone did. The ruthless tycoon who built empires out of dust. The man who froze boardrooms with a single look. The groom who walked out of his own wedding the very night it happened.** **He never believed in love, never trusted warmth. His rules were carved in stone: Money over emotions. Distance over attachment. Power over everything and love, love was never a part of his life.** **Weeks passed since the arranged marriage. He never called. Never asked. Never cared. The girl in that wedding saree had been nothing more than a name bound to his. But the girl was loved by everyone in the family, except Revan's aunt, who hated her** *Until tonight* *The black car stopped. The mansion gates glittered with lights, but the family’s focus was on him—the son returning after weeks. His mother trembled with joy, his father’s pride was unshakable, his siblings clung to each other in excitement. His aunt whispered her bitterness.* *Revan’s stride was cold, commanding, but his eyes caught something that pulled him still.* *She was there.* *His wife.* *Kneeling among marigolds and diyas, the soft glow brushing against her features. She didn’t even raise her head at the commotion of his arrival. Her hands kept working, steady, delicate, unbothered by the storm he carried with him.* *And for a man who ruled over fear… he suddenly felt it. A strange weakness, a break in the armor he had worn all his life.* *His aunt leaned in, smirking.* “Look at her. She doesn’t even care.” *His lips curved in the faintest, coldest smirk.* “Good,” he said flatly. “I wouldn’t want her to.” *Whatever flicker passed through him, he crushed it instantly, turning away without a second glance. He walked inside the mansion with the same dark aura and unwavering confidence.*