"How are you Eesha?" A women in her late her late fourty greeted her with a sweet smile. Eesha ignored her warm greeting and sat on a single couch infront of her.

"What do you want, Mr.Sharma?" She questioned a man who sat beside the women on the couch.

"Would you like to have dinner first" He requested

"NO, Thanks." She replied rather politely.

"I'd rather drink poison than eat with both of you." She muttered inside giving innocent smile.

"Let's get down to business, Mr. Sharma."

"Fine, I got a good alliance for you. Mr.Joshi asked your hand for his son ." He said.

"What had you decided?" She nonchalantly questioned back

"I had fixed your alliance. You will marry him this weekend" she chuckled at his words shacking her head. She wasn't suprised with his words.

"What made you think I will marry him?" She rised her eyebrow.

"Marry him if you want your stock and property?" She deeply frowned at his words.

"What it as to with the marriage." She couldn't help but ask him.

"You know your dear grandfather stated in his testament that you could only acquire shares after marriage. At least he didn't pass it down to your future husband." He clarified her doubt.

"Testament." He passed her some legal documents. She meticulously read each and every word he wrote in the testament Taking her time.

"According to testament you can't sell or transfer it to anyone or any trusts and If you won't marry until this Sunday the entire property will transfer to your brother." She closed her eyes and greeted her teeth.

"Father, I had no problem to marry but he is a criminal." She uttered the word father as the poison.

"Do you think I care. His father is a central health minister who has great influence in the party using his influence It would be piece of cake for me to become a Central Minister in the upcoming election and his son would be the heir to the Sharma's empire until the next heir is announced." Her father joined the North Indian Party (NIP) was twice elected as a member of parliament.

"Okay, I'm going to marry him." She said after thinking for a minute.

"Good. If I had not accepted. I was going to lock you in this mansion until you married him.You know the consequences if you try anything to stop this marriage." Her father was quiet amazed at her reply but warned her. She left from there without a word or turned back at him.

She clutched the steering wheel hard until het knees turned white. She needs to find a solution how to stop this wedding at any cost.

She stopped her car infront of a entrance and a gaurd opened a door for her. She handed car keys to him and entered inside the mansion. She sat on the couch in luxurious living room, beside a old man who is around seventy.

"I'd rather die than marrying that criminal" It was still fresh in her back of mind how her father fixed her marriage without her constent to a criminal. For him it is just a pure business deal to stabilize his position and power in political and the underworld.

"Who said you're going to marry that criminal? Princess." her gaze slowly rised from the ground to the seventy-years old man who sat beside her. He was man of few words.

"there is no way out, Naanu. still I won't give up easily." her eyes shine in determination.

"He is only one you could reley from now." The old man passed her a five into seven size photo to her. The person in the photo was alluring and sexy with his unfathomable and mysterious dark eyes contrasted against with his light-skinned face, his smile could brighten the day but his smile hadn't reached up to his eyes but a hint of pain in his deep eyes.

"He is damn handsome and sexy, old man." She is ogling at him without any shame or hesitation infront of her grandfather.

"Ouch." She slowly begin to rub her sclap where her grandfather had knock on her head hardly.

"Who is he?" She cleared her throat, focused her gaze back to her grandfather from the photo.Her eyebrows rosed up noticed his eyes was distant and cold when she questioned him.

"Akash Mehta." Her soft hold on his photo hardened to extent it would tear in any moment.

"Could you repeat that." The plane and clam voice hadn't complemented her stony and dead expressions.

"Yup, He is the one of the heir to the Mehta industries. The only son of the Chetan Mehta." She crushed the photo into the pulp before throwing it on the ground, her plams slowly turning into the fists.

The old man's wrinkled hand rasied to pat her shoulder, all she could do was just breath in and out to control her building rage. "I want you to marry him." Her almond eyes widened listening to his words. 

"You've gone insane." she hissed.

"Didn't you ogling at him few minutes ago." Blood rushed to her cheek, a pink blush creeped on her round and fair cheeks before he notice it she changed her expression to emotionless. 

"What changed now?" 

"What would change in the end. He is just a criminal like him." She scrounced her nose, why not she would be disgusted at people like him. For god's sake she is a well-known defense attorney in this county. Her job is to put criminals like them in prison for their crimes, not to marry one of them.

"Don't compare a lion with fox." 

"What should be the reason, he fixed your marriage with that Joshi's son." the old man asked her.

"To cover his weekness into his greatest strength." She rolled her eyes.

"You should make his strength as his greatest weakness." She nodded her head understanding is point of view.

"still why only him we could find someone better than him."

"Keep your family close but your enemy closer and if he wants to keep you safe no one dare to harm you."

"You can see him in his cousin reception tomorrow and then ask your hand for marriage to his son to her directly." She closed her eyes and take a deep breath.

"I will take your silence as yes, princess."