PROLOGUE:

Siya's POV

I was sitting in my cabin, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.

Three freaking years...

Three years I had waited for this moment.

And now, I was finally here.

I didn't come here for business.

I came here for my revenge.

Revenge against Atharva Khurana...

The man who killed my parents.

A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Ma'am, Mr. Khurana is waiting," my secretary informed me.

I took a deep breath and composed myself.

"Yeah. Send him in, please."

A faint smile appeared on my lips.

The door opened.

"Hello, Miss Rajput," he greeted, gesturing towards the chair.

I gestured for him to sit.

"I'll come straight to the point. You want this deal, right?"

He looked at me silently.

"Because if you won't get it, your so-called business..." I paused, letting my words sink in.

"Anyways."

My expression hardened.

"I want something in return."

"What?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

I leaned back in my chair and replied calmly,

"Your son."

He frowned.

"Atharva Khurana."

"I want to marry him."

He stared at me, clearly caught off guard.

I smiled faintly.

"You have two choices."

I leaned forward.

"Tell your son to get married to me and get the deal..."

I paused.

"Either lose the deal and your fucking business too."

His expression changed.

"You have twenty-four hours. Think about it and tell me."

I stood up and looked at him coldly.

"Okay?"

I gestured towards the door.

"You may get out now."

He stood there for a moment, staring at me before finally walking out.

As soon as the door closed, my faint smile disappeared.

Three years.

Three years of waiting.

And finally...

My revenge had begun.

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Atharva's POV

"Atharva, you have to do this marriage for our business. Understand, beta?"

Bade Papa's voice was pleading.

I stared at him in disbelief.

"No, Bade Papa. I won't marry her."

I shook my head.

"We're strangers to each other. And why the hell does she even want to marry me?"

I said irritably.

He sighed.

"Atharva, you have to do this marriage for me."

I remained silent.

"Once I get this deal, then you can give her a divorce."

I looked at him for a moment.

He wasn't asking anymore.

He was telling me.

I clenched my jaw.

"Fine."

I finally agreed calmly.

He nodded and walked away.

I stood there, staring at the floor.

But my mind was filled with only one question.

Why?

Why the hell did she want to marry me?

I had never met her before.

I didn't know her.

Then why?