An Alliance Of Love

10. The deal with Rajput's

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Ranveer's POV

Walking towards my father's cabin, the tension building in my chest, I needed answers. The conversation between him and Nilesh Rajput had left too many questions unanswered. As the president of the Rathore Group of Industries, his office was on the floor above mine-close enough in distance, but our roles were vastly different. He handled the business side of things, while I dealt with the darker, bloodier side: the Mafia.

Reaching his door, I knocked firmly. "Come in," his voice rang out, steady and commanding as always.

I stepped inside. He was seated at his desk, engrossed in paperwork. Without looking up, he gestured to the chair opposite him. "I want to talk," I said, my voice edging impatiently.

"Just a minute, Ranveer. Have a seat," he replied, the authority in his tone reminding me of the dynamic that had been ingrained over the years. He wasn't just my father; he was the head of everything. The man whose decisions shaped both the company and the underworld we ruled.

Sitting down, I watched him continue signing documents. It was a ritual I'd grown used to. He never rushed for anyone, not even for me. Despite his hands being deeply involved in business, he had left all Mafia-related affairs in my control, never questioning or undermining my choices. That trust-his belief in me-was why I'd shaped myself in his image, becoming as commanding and authoritative as he was.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally finished, leaned back in his chair, and fixed his sharp gaze on me. "I know what you want to talk about, Ranveer," he said, his voice calm, yet heavy with unspoken truths.

"Dad, what exactly happened between you and Nilesh Rajput?" I asked, my voice steady, though beneath the surface, a storm was brewing.

He paused for a moment, glancing at me as if to assess my mood. "The day we talked about your marriage," he began, his tone firm but calm, "he came to see me. In fact, he had been approaching me for almost two months, looking for either a partnership or an alliance. He wanted a way in, to tie his family to ours in some way. But that day, he came with a specific proposal-his daughter."

My father leaned back in his chair, his eyes sharp with recollection. "We've known her since she was a child, Ranveer. She's well-raised, carries herself with grace, and honestly, she seemed like the perfect match for you. So, we agreed to the marriage. But then he put forward his two conditions."

I sat quietly, listening, as the weight of his words began to sink in.

"One, he wanted the marriage to happen as soon as possible-no delays. And two, he demanded a percentage in both the Mafia and the company. That was his price for the alliance," he finished, watching my reaction carefully.

The revelation hit me like a punch to the gut. This marriage had been used as a bargaining chip for power. How could a father, no matter how ruthless, marry off his daughter for influence and control? A chill settled over me.