Part 1( Introduction of story)
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Character sketch:
Randhir Singh Shekhawat:Male portaganist
Arrogant, egoistic,always what he wants and can do what he want to achieve
Sanyukta Aggarwal: Female partagonist
Sweet ,bubbly and have a past
Wants to do anything to solve problem but not without destroying her dignity
Parth Shekhawat: Best friend of rd
Good looking,kind hearted and is like brother to rd
Chapter 1: The Deal
The luxurious office on the top floor of Shekhawat Group overlooked the entire city.
Inside, Randhir Singh Shekhawat sat behind his massive desk, staring blankly at the city lights.
Only seven days remained.
Seven days before his twenty-eighth birthday.
Seven days before he lost everything.
His father's will echoed inside his mind.
"If my son, Randhir Singh Shekhawat, fails to marry before his twenty-eighth birthday, every property, share, investment, and business owned by me shall be donated to the NGO mentioned below."
Randhir clenched his fists.
"No..."
He whispered to himself.
"I built this empire with my own blood and sweat."
At eighteen, after his father's sudden death, everyone believed the Shekhawat Group would collapse.
Relatives tried to seize the company.
Competitors waited for bankruptcy.
Employees feared losing their jobs.
But Randhir had fought every battle alone.
Ten years later...
The company had become one of the biggest business empires in the country.
Now, because of one condition in his father's will...
Everything could disappear.
The office door opened without knocking.
Only one person dared to do that.
Parth Shekhawat.
"Still thinking?" Parth asked while dropping onto the sofa.
Randhir rubbed his forehead.
"What else should I do?"
Parth sighed.
"You can marry."
Randhir shot him a deadly glare.
"I don't believe in marriage."
"You don't have to believe in it. You only have to survive one year."
Randhir remained silent.
After a few moments, he spoke.
"I need someone who won't expect love, attention, or a future."
Parth smiled.
"I may have found someone."
Randhir looked up.
Parth leaned forward.
"I went to Eclipse Pub yesterday."
"So?"
"A bartender was talking with her friends."
"What about her?"
"She said she's desperate for money... enough to leave her past behind forever."
Randhir's expression hardened.
"What else?"
"She sounded honest. She wasn't asking anyone for help. She simply wanted a way out."
Randhir stood up.
"I'll investigate her."
Parth grinned.
"I knew you'd say that."
For the next three days, Randhir had every detail about the mysterious bartender investigated.
Name...
Sanyukta Aggarwal.
Age...
Twenty-four.
Occupation...
Bartender at Eclipse Pub.
No criminal record.
No known relationships.
Lives alone in a rented apartment.
Frequently changes her address.
Financial condition...
Poor.
Randhir closed the file.
"Perfect."
That evening...
Parth visited the pub again.
Music blasted through the room.
Lights flashed across the dance floor.
Behind the counter, Sanyukta served drinks with a bright smile despite looking exhausted.
Parth sat on his usual stool.
"One lime soda."
She laughed.
"You come to a pub and order lime soda every time."
"I like confusing people."
She rolled her eyes.
After a few minutes, he finally spoke.
"My friend wants to meet you."
She frowned.
"I don't meet strangers."
"It could solve your problems."
"I don't need anyone's sympathy."
"It's not sympathy."
She folded her arms.
"Then?"
"A business deal."
She immediately refused.
"No."
Parth tried again.
"He'll pay well."
"No."
"He isn't a bad man."
"No."
"He really needs your help."
"No."
After nearly twenty minutes of convincing...
She finally sighed.
"Fine."
"But if I don't like him, I'm leaving."
Parth smiled.
"Deal."
The next afternoon...
A quiet café.
Randhir sat at a corner table wearing a black suit.
His watch showed exactly four o'clock.
Right on time...
A girl entered wearing simple jeans and a white shirt.
No expensive makeup.
Hair tied into a ponytail.
She looked around before walking toward him.
Randhir stood.
"Excuse me... Sanyukta?"
"Yes."
"I'm Randhir."
"I know."
Both sat down.
An awkward silence followed.
Randhir believed in being direct.
"So..."
"Are you ready to do anything?"
She frowned.
"What do you mean?"
He leaned back.
"Don't act innocent."
"I mean... are you comfortable with physical intimacy if required?"
Before he could say another word—
SLAP!
The sound echoed across the café.
Several customers turned toward them.
Sanyukta stood angrily.
"What do you think of yourself?"
Randhir calmly wiped the corner of his lips.
"I deserved that."
She looked confused.
He gestured toward the chair.
"Please sit."
Reluctantly, she sat again.
"I wasn't asking because I wanted that," Randhir said.
"I wanted to know your boundaries."
She remained silent.
Then he explained everything.
His father's will.
The marriage condition.
The one-year agreement.
The divorce.
No interference.
Separate lives.
Complete freedom after one year.
When he finished...
She quietly stared at the table.
After a long silence...
She asked,
"So... we won't have to pretend to be a real couple?"
"No."
"You won't interfere in my life?"
"No."
"You won't question where I go?"
"No."
"You won't expect anything beyond the contract?"
"No."
"I'll receive the agreed amount?"
"Yes."
She thought for a few moments.
Then nodded.
"Okay."
Randhir blinked.
"You agreed?"
"I need money."
"And I need freedom."
"You need a wife."
"So this works for both of us."
Randhir extended his hand.
"Deal."
She looked at it for a second before shaking it.
One year.
That single handshake would unknowingly change both their lives forever.
Before leaving...
Randhir said,
"I'll prepare a legal contract."
"You'll sign it after reading every clause."
She smiled faintly.
"I don't sign anything blindly."
"Good."
"Give me your number."
She wrote it on a tissue.
"There."
He saved it.
"I'll call you."
Without another word...
She left.
Randhir watched her disappear through the café door.
Something about her calm confidence was unusual.
For the first time...
He wondered what kind of past she was trying so desperately to escape.
One week later...
Everything was completed.
The legal contract.
The court marriage papers.
The signatures.
The lawyer submitted all the documents.
Technically...
Randhir Singh Shekhawat and Sanyukta Aggarwal were now husband and wife.
Yet neither celebrated.
Neither smiled.
It was just another business deal.
Or so they believed.
Several peaceful days passed.
Then...
One morning...
Randhir's secretary entered.
"Sir, someone wants to meet you."
"Who?"
"He says his name is Mr. Mehta."
Randhir frowned.
"Send him in."
A man in his early sixties entered carrying a brown leather file.
"Good morning, Mr. Randhir."
"Who are you?"
"I was your father's closest friend."
"And his lawyer."
Randhir narrowed his eyes.
"I've already read my father's will."
Mr. Mehta smiled.
"No."
"You've only read half of it."
Randhir's expression changed.
"What?"
"There were two parts."
"The second part could only be given after you fulfilled the first condition."
Mr. Mehta placed an old sealed envelope on the desk.
"Read it carefully."
"After reading it..."
"Call me."
He handed Randhir his business card.
Without waiting for another question...
He quietly walked away.
Silence filled the office.
Randhir slowly opened the envelope.
Inside...
Another handwritten will.
He began reading.
The color drained from his face.
His hands started trembling.
His breathing became uneven.
"This..."
"This can't be possible..."
The papers slipped from his hands onto the floor.
For the first time in years...
Randhir Singh Shekhawat looked terrified.
To Be Continued...
Precap: What shocking condition did Randhir's father hide in the second half of the will? And how will it change Randhir and Sanyukta's contract marriage forever?
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