Aarohi never imagined her life would change because of one signature.
She stared at the glass building in front of her, its height making her feel smaller than ever. Raghav Malhotra Group—the most powerful company in the city. And today, she was here not for a job interview, but for a deal that felt unreal.
"Miss Aarohi Sharma, please come in," the assistant said.
Inside the cabin sat a man in a black suit, sharp eyes fixed on his laptop. His presence alone made the room feel colder.
"You're late," he said without looking up.
"I'm sorry," Aarohi replied softly, clutching her bag.
Raghav Malhotra finally looked at her. His gaze was calm, calculating… dangerous.
"I'll be direct," he said. "I need a wife. For one year."
Aarohi's breath hitched. "A… wife?"
"A contract marriage," he continued, sliding a file toward her. "You'll live with me, play the role of my wife in public. In return, I'll pay your father's hospital bills."
Her hands trembled as she opened the file. Every condition was written clearly. No emotions. No love. No interference in personal lives.
This wasn't marriage. It was a business deal.
Yet, when she thought of her father lying unconscious in the hospital, she knew she had no choice.
"I'll do it," she said after a pause.
Raghav picked up the pen and placed it in front of her.
"Then welcome, Mrs. Malhotra."
Aarohi signed the contract, unaware that this cold CEO would soon turn her world upside down.