Author's POV

Vivaan settled back into the driver's seat, the luxurious car a silent capsule of his triumph. He started the engine, the powerful hum a low growl in the quiet night, and smoothly pulled away from the Oberoi Mansion. The mansion, now a beacon of Adrianna's safety, receded in his rearview mirror. A contented smile played on his lips. "My Jaana," he murmured to himself, the words a silent echo of her acceptance.