Chapter 1: The Contract Proposal
Mumbai ki barish ho rahi thi aur Kiara Sharma apni choti si cafe me akeli baithi ro rahi thi.
Uske samne ek hospital ka bill pada tha - 5,00,000 Rs. Uske papa ICU me the aur doctor ne kaha tha ki agar 2 din me paise jama nahi hue to unka operation nahi hoga.
"Maa, main kya karu? Kaha se lau itne paise?" Kiara apni maa se phone par ro kar bol rahi thi.
"Beta, kisi se udhar le le. Apne Malik se baat kar," uski maa ne kaha.
Kiara ne apna cafe dekha. Ye cafe uski jaan thi, lekin ye itna chota tha ki 5 lakh to kya, 50 hazar bhi mushkil se nikalta tha.
Tabhi cafe ka darwaza khula. Ek lamba, handsome ladka andar aaya. Usne mehenga black suit pehna hua tha. Uski aankhein gusse wali thi.
"Are you Kiara Sharma?" usne pucha.
"Haan, main hi hu. Aap kaun?" Kiara ne apne aansu pochte hue pucha.
"My name is Rohan Malhotra. CEO of Malhotra Empire," usne apna card diya.
Kiara ka muh khula reh gaya. Malhotra Empire Mumbai ki sabse badi company thi. 5000 crore ka business. Ye yaha kya kar raha hai?
"Aap... aap yaha?" Kiara ne pucha.
Rohan baith gaya, "Mujhe tumse ek deal karni hai. Ek contract."
"Contract? Kaisa contract?" Kiara confuse ho gayi.
Rohan ne ek file nikali aur table par rakhi, "Meri Dadi chahti hai ki main shaadi kar lu aur unhe ek waris du. Lekin mujhe pyaar-vyaar me koi interest nahi hai. Mujhe bas ek contract wife chahiye. Ek saal ke liye."
Kiara shock ho gayi, "Contract wife?"
"Yes. One year ka contract. Tum mujhse shaadi karogi, mere ghar me meri patni bankar rahogi, meri Dadi ko khush rakhogi, aur mujhe ek bacha dogi. Badle me main tumhe 5 crore dunga," Rohan ne seedha bola.
Kiara ke hosh ud gaye, "5... 5 crore?"
"Haan, 5 crore. Advance me 1 crore, shaadi ke baad 2 crore, aur bacha hone ke baad 2 crore. Socho, tumhare papa ka operation bhi ho jayega aur tumhari family bhi set ho jayegi," Rohan ne kaha.
Kiara ka dimag kaam nahi kar raha tha. 5 crore! Isse uske papa ka operation to kya, uska pura karza utar jayega.
"Lekin... lekin ye shaadi... ye to nakli hui na? Ye to galat hai," Kiara ne kaha.
"Ye business hai Kiara. Tumhe paison ki zarurat hai, mujhe patni ki. Dono ka fayda. Aur ek saal baad divorce. Simple," Rohan ne kaha.
Kiara ne hospital ke bill ko dekha. Uske papa ka chehra uski aankhon ke samne aaya. Uske paas koi aur rasta nahi tha.
"Thik hai," Kiara ne dheere se kaha, "Main taiyaar hu."
Rohan muskura diya. Pehli baar uske chehre par smile aayi thi, "Good girl. Kal subah 10 baje Malhotra Mansion aa jana. Waha hamari shaadi hogi. Aur haan, kisi ko batana mat ki ye contract hai. Sabke liye ye real shaadi hogi."
Kiara ne haan me sir gardan hilayi.
Rohan chala gaya. Jaate jaate usne ek cheque diya - 1 crore ka advance.
Kiara ne cheque dekha aur phoot phoot kar rone lagi. Khushi ke aansu the ya gam ke, use khud nahi pata tha.
Kya Kiara ye contract nibha payegi? Kya ek rude billionaire kabhi usse pyaar kar payega?
To be continued...
