The St. Regis Mumbai rose above the Lower Parel skyline like a monument to everything Reyansh Kapoor had once dreamed of conquering. Its spire pierced the monsoon clouds, its windows blazed with the amber glow of a thousand hidden lives, and at its peak, the Presidential Suite stretched across the entire thirty-seventh floor, a palace in the sky that few ever saw and fewer still could afford. Tonight, it belonged to them.

Priya stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, her palms pressed to the cool glass, the city glittering at her feet like a galaxy turned upside down. She was five months pregnant now, her belly a proud swell beneath the emerald silk robe she had worn for the evening. The trial was three weeks away. The stress had been relentless. So Reyansh had done what he always did. He had planned an escape. A single night in the most luxurious suite in Mumbai, with no lawyers, no phone calls, no ghosts of the past. Just the two of them, suspended between the stars and the sea.