Raghav’s POV
The wedding preparations had begun. Raghav watched his men arrange everything, from the venue to the guest list. A wedding wasn’t something he’d ever wanted, but this wasn’t about romance. It was business—settling a debt in a way that also sent a message to his enemies.
“Are you sure about this, Bhai?” Vikram, his trusted lieutenant, asked as they walked through the mansion. “A marriage to a middle-class girl like Meera Mishra?”
Raghav smirked, his sharp eyes scanning the preparations. “It’s more than just the debt, Vikram. Marrying her ties her family to me. It ensures loyalty, and it shows my enemies that I’m not afraid to claim what’s mine.”
“But she’s innocent,” Vikram said carefully. “This world could break her.”
Raghav’s eyes darkened. “Then she’ll learn how to survive.”
