Roman’s voice cut through the room like a blade.

“Step away from my mother.”

Raj turned slowly, one eyebrow raised.

“Relax, boy. I’m not here for your mother. I came for my wife.”

Roman moved closer anyway, placing himself between Raj and the bed where Nandini lay trembling beneath thin hospital sheets. “You’ll step away from my aunt too.”

Raj arched a brow. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Back. Off.”

Raj laughed, short and ugly. “Who do you think you are, child? I don’t need your permission to take my wife home.”

Roman’s fists clenched. “I know exactly who you are. I know what you do behind closed doors. You’re...