Where is bride mr. Mehra his father asked?
There parents are looking down they don't have words to say to them that there daughter run away from her own marriage...
Sorry Raghuvanshi sahab mai aapke hath judta ho mujhe maaf karde .
Ab kuch nhi ho sa...
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ABHIMANYU RAGHUVANSHI|POV
I take a long breath, collecting every shattered memory I buried for years. Anika is sitting in front of me, eyes soft... scared... waiting. She deserves the truth. Every piece of it.
"Flashback..." I whisper.
And everything begins.
𝟓𝟔 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨...
I wasn't even born then. But the story of my life... the reason I am the way I am... started before me.
My father, Aviral Raghuvanshi, was 27 when I was born. But this part begins when he was just 25.
At 25, he was the prince of the Raghuvanshi empire. Only heir. Only son. Only bloodline of the most powerful family in Rajasthan.
The entire business world called him The Young King.
And like every king... he had enemies.
Enemies who wanted his ideas... his wealth... his company... his throne. Enemies who could burn the world to ashes just to destroy him.
The biggest one was Mahesh Chouhan.
Mahesh wanted everything my father owned. But more than wealth, he wanted revenge.
Why?
Because 4 years before that, my grandfather chose my father a 21-year-old genius as the next head of the company... and not Mahesh "He used to work in our company." who was 20 years older and greedy beyond imagination.
Mahesh waited. Plotted. And then... he found the perfect weapon.
Not a gun. Not a killer.
A woman.
His own daughter.
𝐒𝐡𝐞... 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.
Surekha.
The name itself is a sting today.
She was studying tech in London, brilliant, beautiful, polished. Anyone would trust her.
