He Married Her for Revenge... and Lost His War to Love
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He married her for revenge.
She became his greatest weakness.
Ranbir Kohli returned with one goal-to destroy the man who ruined his life. Cold, powerful, and driven by vengeance, he...
The air in the grand conference hall was thick with tension.
Raj Mehra sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his fingers tapping impatiently on the polished surface. Beside him stood a young woman—calm, poised, and elegant. Her name was Prachi Mehra.
"Sir, Mr. RK has arrived," an assistant announced nervously.
The heavy wooden doors swung open.
Ranbir Kohli walked in with powerful, measured steps. The moment his eyes landed on Raj Mehra, a storm of rage surged inside him. For a split second, he wanted nothing more than to wrap his hands around the man's throat and end everything right there. But he had practiced this moment for fourteen long years. He took a slow, deep breath and composed himself. His face remained cold and unreadable.
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He looked every bit the ruthless businessman he had become—sharp black suit, perfectly styled hair, and eyes that carried hidden thunder.
Behind him followed Aryan, his loyal friend, and Vinod Salunki, his mentor. Both men walked with quiet confidence, observing everything.
Raj Mehra stood up immediately, forcing a wide, artificial smile,"Mr. RK! Finally. I've heard so much about you."
Ranbir's lips curved into a slight, dangerous smile,"Only good things, I hope."
They shook hands. The grip was firm—too firm. It was not just a greeting; it was a silent warning between two powerful men.
Ranbir turned slightly and introduced his companions,"These are my business partners—Mr. Vinod Salunki and my close friend, Aryan Khanna. They are like family to me."
Raj shook hands with both men politely, though his eyes showed clear calculation.Then Ranbir's gaze shifted...To her...Prachi.
For one brief second, his heart skipped a beat. Something strange stirred inside him—something he hadn't felt in years. She stood there quietly, composed and graceful. She looked simple yet dignified. There was a quiet strength in her eyes, not the weakness or arrogance he had expected from Raj Mehra's daughter.
Raj gestured toward her proudly,"And this is my daughter, Prachi Mehra. She handles most of the important decisions in the company with me."
Ranbir raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. Interesting.
Prachi gave a small, polite nod,"Hello, Mr. RK."
Ranbir extended his hand. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before placing her hand in his.
The moment their skin touched, a strange spark passed between them. Time seemed to slow down. Prachi felt a sudden rush she couldn't explain. Her heartbeat quickened. She quickly pulled her hand back, trying to hide her discomfort.
Ranbir noticed it. For the first time in many years, something had managed to distract him. And he didn't like it at all.
Prachi opened the file in front of her with calm confidence.
