The Contract Marriage

4.

"What the hell is this?" When Harshvardhan Birla threw his phone, it slid across the kitchen island and came to a stop just a few centimeters away from where Abhimanyu was eating his Honey Brunches of Oats cereal.

"Your phone." In response, Abhimanyu added another spoonful of cereal to his face and continued to stuff it.

"Abhimanyu, this is not funny."

"I never asserted that it was. In any case, what is it that has you so worked up?

"Abhimanyu, the video is here! "I'm referring to the video, for crying out loud!"

How come you are bringing up a video that is only two days old now? That was news from the day before!

Everyone is talking about you. Everywhere you look. There is f*******:, i********:, and Twitter. What about w******p? Harshvardhan Birla was seeing red.

You didn't want that, did you? Oh, is that? that the Birla Hospital receives a greater amount of publicity? Abhimanyu inquired while he was consuming his cereal in a heaving manner.

That is not the case! You are in need of positive publicity by us. It has been brought to my attention that there is a video that has gone viral that shows you climbing out of an apartment balcony while naked, and then getting into a fight with the person who was filming you.

"Well, he should have been minding his own business then." In response, he slammed his fists on the table and faced Harshvardhan with a defiant expression on his face.

"And what did you do this time to get kicked out of the apartment, out of the balcony none the less?"

Abhimanyu gave a light shrug of his shoulders before picking up his spoon that was filled with cereal once more. "Her husband came home."

"H...husband? " Who is Abhimanyu? Do you consider yourself to be even remotely sane? The question is, "Why would you sleep with a married woman?"

You are the one who taught me that, I suppose. Do you agree? After dropping the spoon into the bowl, Abhimanyu pushed it away from him and swept it away. Next, he positioned his hands on the counter and folded them together.

As a result of Abhimanyu's response, Harshvardhan Birla was completely taken aback. "This. Is. Not. About. Me." His teeth were clenched as he mumbled.

"Is that not the case? Due to the fact that I was your son the last time I checked. Do you agree? Do you think there is something that I ought to be aware of? Dark, impolite, and sarcastic was the tone that he used.

In an effort to calm himself down, Harshvardhan took a deep breath through his nose. However, why was the balcony chosen? You are not the type of person who would try to escape a problem or a bad person.

"Oh, great! When I was explaining the situation to the girl's husband, I may have also called the girl by the wrong name. I apologize for that confusion. That is a totally honest mistake on my part. When she was introducing herself to me, I should have paid attention to what she was saying.

"And now, because you are unable to keep it quiet, you are destroying not only your own reputation but also the reputation of the hospital. To put it another way, Abhimanyu, you are the most eligible bachelor in the city and one of the best cardiac surgeons, but instead of using this to your advantage, you are hell-bent on ruining that very advantage.

Abhimanyu averted his gaze from his father and avoided making eye contact with him. Despite the fact that he detested having to say it, Sir was only presenting facts. It was imperative that he get his act together.

"If you do not wish to serve as the Chief Executive Officer, then why are we even wasting the time of the board? That is a position that we can easily hand over to Parth. What is the point of maintaining a vote?

"No!" In his spacious apartment in the penthouse suite, Abhimanyu's voice resounded loudly. Every single mention of Parth was something that he abhorred.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." As Harshvardhan observed Abhimanyu becoming increasingly agitated by the prospect of Parth becoming CEO, he smiled with a fulfilled sense of satisfaction.

"What do you want from me?"

Harshvardhan flashed a grin. "Neil!"

Neil walked in carrying a large black binder as the door to the apartment opened and he entered the structure. He stepped around Harshvardhan and positioned the binder in front of Abhimanyu, leaving it open on a legal document. He then proceeded to remove the binder.

"Marriage Contract?" Before looking up at Harshvardhan and Neil, Abhimanyu mumbled something to himself. He was both confused and shocked by what he saw. "What the hell is this?"

"Exactly what it looks like." The response came from Harshvardhan.

Following the glare that Abhimanyu directed at Harshvardhan, he then turned his attention to Neil. "Neil?"

While he was asking for permission, Neil cast a worried glance in the direction of Harshvardhan. Abhimanyu was irritated by both his father and his best friend, and he came crashing down like a tsunami after he saw the brief exchange of glances between the two of them.

"NOEL! " Besides being my friend, you are also my assistant! Now, could someone please explain to me what the f**k is going on and what the f**k is this? Abhimanyu yelled as he picked up the contract binder and slammed it down on the table immediately after.

"Abhi." As he entered the conflict zone, Neil exhibited some reluctance. "Please calm down."

"I am calm." He responded, and his demeanor was completely devoid of any trace of composure.

The head of Neil was shaken. Take a seat... I beg you."

Before taking a seat on the kitchen island, Abhimanyu displayed his displeasure by raising his hands in the air and demonstrating his point of view.

"Now what?" As if he were a caged animal, he desperately tried to break free by biting out.

"All right. Whether you choose to admit it or not, you have a strong desire to take over as the Chief Executive Officer of Birla Hospital. mainly due to the fact that the only other choice is Parth, and we are all aware of how much you despise that. However, —" Neil took a momentary pause in order to collect Abhimanyu's look.

"But?"

"However," In addition, you are a blot on the excellent reputation that Birla Hospital has earned. However, despite the fact that you are an excellent physician and surgeon, you do not look presentable as the face of Birla Hospital. In addition to that, you have a problem with drinking to excess, going out to parties, and, well, sleeping around with anything that walks.

"And?"

"And while this does not prevent you from serving as the best physician at Birla Hospital, it is important to note that being a good physician is not the only thing that they — the board — want. They are looking for someone who will connect with customers and make a positive impression on donors. They need someone who can connect with people. To put it simply, someone who is beneficial to the reputation of the hospital.

"Oh, yes. That individual is not me, by the way."

It is not. Unfortunately, this is the case. However. You could be the one! With a tone of optimism in his voice, Neil mentioned.

"And this is what this contract is?"

It is true. As of right now, the typical definition of a "good person" is someone who is loyal and committed, and who is essentially a family man. This definition is regressive, but it is still prevalent. The reason for this is that if a physician can demonstrate that he is committed and in a relationship that is deeply loved, then it is likely that you will be equally committed to being the CEO of Birla Hospital. In addition to the white picket fence and a dog running around in the backyard, they want them to be honest and trustworthy. "Every single yard and a half"

"And you think this bullshit contract is going to help me?"

It is true. Perhaps. It is not a waste of time to give it a shot. All that is required of us is to convince the general public and the board that you have changed your ways and that you have found the person with whom you are prepared to start a family. It is not nearly as difficult as you might think if you give it some thought. In his explanation, Neil was more concerned with persuading himself than anything else.

"Oh, yes. This is wonderful in every way. However, you failed to do one thing. This is not going to be a marriage for me. Therefore, your damned contract and your stupid idea are rendered useless as a result of this.

"Who says you have to get married?" That was interrupted by Harshvardhan Birla.

"What do you mean?"

A marriage based on a contract is going to take place. Only on paper, and only for the purpose of display. Neither a stamp nor an official mark will be applied to it. You only need to convince the general public that you are married. Believe me when I say that the general public is very susceptible to being duped. He provided an explanation.

It is true. You will be required to show the world that you are the best husband possible by posing for pictures taken by paparazzi and letting the world know that you have purchased expensive gifts for your girlfriend, but when you are not in the public eye, you will be expected to behave as if you are nothing more than roommates. It was added by Neil.

"Do you share a room? Are you implying that she and I will be residing in this location? In my apartment, on the same floor?" In the midst of his own words, Abhimanyu started to choke. He had the sensation that the carpet that he had imagined had been pulled out from under him.

If the two of you do not live together, it will be excessively difficult to sell your marriage. That is correct, the two of you will be living together. Neil provided an explanation, most likely for the nth time.

To Abhimanyu's surprise, the doorbell to his apartment rang before he could even respond.

In addition, I believe that is Richa. In addition, I am unable to recall the name of the girl who is going to play the part of your married wife.

"What is it? Neil, what are they doing in this location? I was not in agreement with this! Neil was already halfway to the front door when he noticed Abhimanyu's displeasure. Abhimanyu scoffed, but Neil was already standing there.

You are unable to make a decision, son. We allowed you some time to get your act together. However, you did not. As a result, we were forced to manage the situation on our own. That is something that you are going to have to learn to live with.

"Don't ever call me son." Abhimanyu issued a warning.

Before Harshvardhan could respond, Neil returned to the kitchen with two women. He was accompanied by other women. One of them was an older woman, most likely in her late forties, and she was dressed in a trendy black pencil skirt, a blazer that matched it, and heels. A young woman of a diminutive stature entered the room alongside her. She was dressed in a pair of boyfriend jeans, a pair of converse shoes, a plain white crop top, and an open-button loose-fitting overshirt. Just a little bit of makeup was on her face.

Hey there! I introduce myself as Richa, and my name is Akshara. The more experienced lady began to introduce herself, but Abhimanyu was preoccupied with the young lady who was standing next to her.

A. Akshara. Indeed. Those were her initials. Because she was so small, he had the impression that he would kill her the moment he made contact with her. She was absolutely stunning. Absolutely stunning in appearance. Also, he was unable to stop staring at her for some inexplicable reason.

Akshara watched with her eyes wide open in a state of shock as the man from the video that went viral was sitting in front of her. He was real, he was human, and he was also flesh. I must say, he was quite handsome. Everything about him, including his jawline, his eyelashes, and the bridge of his nose. On the other hand, why was it that the most stunning and attractive individuals also turned out to be the most horrible?

"It's you from the video!" She uttered the words. Richa and Harshvardhan gave her looks of disapproval as she realized what she had just done, while Neil and Abhimanyu looked on, amused by her behavior. She smacked her hand to her mouth as she came to terms with what she had just done.