Dev Singhania
The morning sun shone through the windows of the big villa in Italy. To the rest of the world, Dev Singhania was the most dangerous mafia king of India. People feared his name. But in this house, he was just a man deeply obsessed with his beautiful wife, Trisha, a famous fashion designer. Dev opened his eyes and frowned when he felt the empty, cold bed. He hated waking up without her. Downstairs, Trisha was already busy, calmly giving orders to the maids and the cook. "Put the new fabrics in my studio," Trisha told the head maid. "And for breakfast, make black coffee for Dev, and—" "And whatever you are having, jaan," a deep voice interrupted. Trisha turned and smiled. Dev stood there in black gym clothes, looking powerful and scary. As the staff quickly left, Dev wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her close. "You left early," he murmured against her neck. "I hate waking up alone." Trisha laughed softly. "I have a fashion show to plan, Dev." Dev kissed her deeply
About Dev Singhania
The morning sun shone through the windows of the big villa in Italy. To the rest of the world, Dev Singhania was the most dangerous mafia king of India. People feared his name. But in this house, he was just a man deeply obsessed with his beautiful wife, Trisha, a famous fashion designer. Dev opened his eyes and frowned when he felt the empty, c...Read more