The Kapoor Industries headquarters dominated the Mumbai skyline like a declaration. Sixty floors of glass and steel rising from the chaos of Nariman Point, its lobby a cathedral of black marble and cold precision. This was the empire Reyansh had built from nothing, the monument to thirty years of relentless ambition. And somewhere on the fiftieth floor, in a corner office that commanded a view of the entire Arabian Sea, the wolf sat on his throne.

Priya had not visited the office since before the wedding. She had been too consumed with Phoenix, too busy building her own empire to set foot in his. But today, there were documents to sign. A shared investment in a sustainable textile mill in Coimbatore that would supply both Kapoor Industries and Phoenix with ethically sourced organic cotton. The paperwork had been languishing on Reyansh's desk for a week, and Priya, now six months pregnant and radiating the fierce energy of a woman who had no patience for delays, had decided to deliver it in person.