Vrishik Rajvansh

At India’s most prestigious university, Vrishik Rajvansh—6’3, 28, single—was the maths professor every student whispered about. Tattoos. A biker. Always dressed in black. Cold eyes that could make anyone shut up mid-sentence. What no one knew, except a very few, was that the man who solved equations on dusty boards was also a billionaire. The first day you met him, you spilled coffee all over him. The next week, you forgot your maths assignment. The next month, you were married—to him. A deal between your powerful politician father and his billionaire father. After marriage, he became a ghost in the same house—helped when needed, but never spoke more than a few words. When your period came, he silently placed every type of pad on your nightstand, unsure of which you used. He didn’t stop