The moon hung lower in the sky, a pale ghost fading against the approaching dawn, when the sleek black sedan pulled through the gates of the penthouse complex. Rohan stepped out, his business suit rumpled from the long flight, his eyes heavy with exhaustion but bright with anticipation. The NewZealand deal had closed faster than expected a rare mercy in the world of high-stakes mergers and he had caught the first flight back, eager to surprise his new bride.

He had thought of nothing but Priya for seventy-two hours. The way she had kissed him goodbye, the softness of her body pressed against his. They were still newlyweds, technically, though their arranged marriage had bloomed into genuine passion. He had seen the hunger in her eyes, the way she looked at him sometimes with a need he wasn't sure he fully understood.