The Contract Marriage

6.

When Akshara had just finished signing her life away on the dotted line for the following year, Abhimanyu stormed inside his apartment and did not wait for her to finish.

"This idea of yours better work." As he issued the warning, he pointed a finger at each and every individual present in the room. "Or else I am going to make all your lives a living hell."

"Trust me Abhimanyu, as long as you do as I say and follow my instructions, there is not a chance in hell that this plan won't work." With composure, Richa responded.

Affirmative, Abhimanyu. It is necessary for you to have patience. As time passes, you will be rewarded with all the good things. "Harshvardhan" was added.

Abhimanyu gave his father a knowing glare. Which is it? Agitated is a better word. While he was reading the terms of the contract, he experienced this feeling. No s*x? Putting a cap on his drinking? Considering the current circumstances, it would be more prudent for him to become a Buddhist monk and devote his entire life to the monastery.

We will now part ways, so let's take our leave. On Saturday, we will be waiting for you.

Are you sure? Why is that?" When Abhimanyu asked the question, his attention was drawn to the young woman who was standing in front of him. A. Akshara. Those were her initials. She appeared to be a deer that had become ensnared in the headlights and was now stranded among a pack of wolves. Misplaced. She appeared uncertain.

Akshara examined the contract that was in front of her, and then she turned her gaze to the individuals who were standing around her. It was a mistake. When she signed up for this job, she had the impression that she had made a huge mistake. It is a contract.

She became aware that someone was watching her every move, and she looked up to see Abhimanyu staring at her with a very serious expression. This man had a very attractive appearance. Even a diamond could be cut by his jawline. And the eyes he had. They were stunning for sure. In his eyes, it is very easy to become disoriented and get lost, never to be found again. It was a terrible thing that he was such a complete dickhead, especially considering how handsome he was.

"Saturday is going to be the first official date that the two of you have together. A date for dinner" Richa informed both of them of the situation.

"I don't do dinner dates." After a brief moment of distraction, Abhimanyu made his statement, and then he turned his menacing gaze back to Akshara.

"But you do dinner, don't you?" After making the decision that she had had enough of Abhimanyu and his spoiled attitude, Akshara issued a challenge. If he intended to make all of their plans more difficult to implement, then she was going to fight fire with fire by doing so.

Despite the fact that she did not know much about men, she was certainly aware of how to deal with wealthy, conceited jerks who convinced themselves that the entire world revolved around them. Adding another selfish jerk to the mix did not bother her because she had already dealt with her fair share of jerks who were only interested in themselves. Without a doubt.

When Abhimanyu found out that this girl was capable of biting back, he should not have been surprised by this fact. "Yes, I do like eating dinner." He did not stop.

"Excellent... Imagine then that it will be nothing more than two people who have never met before sitting down at the same table to share a meal together. Who is to say that it must be a first date? It was clear that Akshara had a strong aversion to Abhimanyu, as she explained her position.

"Yes, I am. It's important that you two appear to be a couple. Richa chimed in with him.

You don't need to be concerned about me at all. I am aware of how to carry out my obligations under the contract. The person you should be concerned about is him. Towards Abhimanyu, Akshara gave a slight nod.

Is that the way that she would like to deal with it? The act of throwing him under the bus didn't take her more than a few seconds to come up with. If she was going to plan something nasty, then he knew how to play it even more nasty. Indeed, he was very good at playing a nasty character.

"Abhimanyu." Taking a pointed look at him, Richa posed the question.

"Oh, you don't need to be concerned about me at all. Not at all. No longer at all." He clenched his teeth and glared at Akshara.

"Alright, then, we will catch up with you on Saturday. Be prepared. I'll send you a text message to let you know it's time and place to meet up.

"How?" Richa was questioned by Abhimanyu, who was becoming a little irritated by the senior woman's persistent interference.

"Just don't be yourself." Akshara gave a smirk in response to Richa's straightforward statement. Afterwards, as they were leaving his apartment, they exchanged their farewells.

*~

"Where are we going?" When Akshara asked Richa this question, she was gazing in awe at the tall buildings and the names of the branded stores that were all around them. These were buildings and stores whose names she had only heard about, but she had never had the courage to enter.

Richa walked at a steady pace, the click of her heels hitting the pavement with each step she took. Akshara jogged behind her like a lost puppy, attempting to keep up with Richa's every step while wearing nothing but a pair of Converse shoes that were in a state of disrepair. These damned dark-colored glasses and the large scarf that Richa had wrapped around her face in order to conceal her identity did not make her life any easier, especially considering how prone she was to accidents.

"Ah, here we are." Richa stopped in front of Belmont, a very exclusive salon whose primary customers were only wealthy and influential businesswomen, heiresses, and actresses. Richa's stop came as she was standing in front of the salon. This was the only time Akshara had ever witnessed celebrities entering and exiting the salon. This is the kind of direction that a typical girl like her would never even consider looking in.

"But...isn't this where all the celebrities go?" When Akshara was in the presence of such a prestigious salon, she asked in a hushed whisper, not even considering herself to be worthy of speaking freely with such a prestigious establishment.

It is true. And from this point forward, Akshara, you will be exactly that. A famous person. In point of fact, Dr. Abhimanyu Birla, the Birla family is not your typical Indian family. Money is the source of these. Also, they are members of the most exclusive of circles. Each and every mother who belongs to a high society and her daughters desires to have Dr. Birla all to themselves. Therefore, you, my dear, are also required to look the part.

"But if I end up looking like one of those rich society girls, then what's the difference between me and the rest of the girls he's discarded like tissues after using them?"

"Because you have one thing that they don't."

"And what is that?"

To be innocent. There is no amount of makeup, there is no amount of frills, and there is no amount of wardrobe changes that can take that away from you. That childlike innocence that you possess is what I mean. After giving her response, Richa opened the door to Belmont and entered the building. She then ushered Akshara outside to follow in her footsteps.

When Akshara looked around the establishment, her eyes were filled with a sense of childlike wonder and amazement. It had only been a few seconds since she arrived, and she had already been asked for juice and coffee on two separate occasions! As she continued to follow Richa, she came across a coffee shop, a bar, a bakery bar, and a finger sandwich bar. All of these establishments were located in close proximity to each other.

During the time that she was observing the events that were taking place around her, she failed to recognize that Richa had stopped, and as a result, she ended up colliding with her back.

Good morning, Maria! How have you been doing?

"What's up, Richa? I've been doing well. "Are you?" During the time that Akshara was leaning into Richa for air kisses, Maria, whom she assumed was going to be attending to her wellbeing, responded.

Thanks for asking; I'm doing fine. I would like for you, Maria, to get to know Akshara. For the works, she is present here. You are aware of the situation. Carry on with your life. Is that okay?

Suddenly, Maria turned her head to look at Akshara, who felt as though she was completely exposed and naked. "Oh this one is gorgeous!"

"Thanks." When Akshara responded, she was well aware that she would not be pleased with what was going to happen next.

*~

The first thing to consider was hair: "Her hair is fine, but I'll get Ricky to give her hair a good wash, a trim and a blow dry." The statement was made by Maria as she felt the texture of Akshara's hair.

With her eyes closed, Akshara prayed to the hair gods, asking them to grant her the strength she needed. She was a huge fan of her long, thick locks, and she never cut them unless she was absolutely certain that she had no other choice. On the other hand, she had to keep in mind that she had committed her entire life to Richa for the next year or so, which included providing her with her hair.

After that, the next painful nightmare that every girl has: "But tell me, why do I need to wax my entire body? I hardly have any hair left at all! Despite the fact that she was aware that her argument was pointless, Akshara continued to argue.

"Akshara." Richa issued a warning, not allowing her any wiggle room.

As strip after strip was ripped away from her body, Akshara hissed in pain and agony as everything was being done to her. By closing her eyes, she was able to alleviate the pain.

"Oh motherfucker!" During the process of removing a strip of wax from her vaginal surface, Akshara let out a loud yell. Getting a Brazilian wax was going to be ten times more painful than she had anticipated, but no one had warned her about this.

It's Akshara! The language! Richa issued a reprimand.

"Oh mo —holy mother of Jesus!" During the process of removing another strip of wax from her v****a, Akshara yelled once more, this time with a greater volume. Even though there were still more hairy surfaces to cover, she had already begun to experience the beginnings of tears on the corners of her eyes.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be there in a moment." Maria had compassion for her situation.

I don't understand why I'm even getting a Brazilian wax! To be honest, it's not like anyone will even notice it. Another wax strip was removed from Akshara's body, leaving behind a smooth, hairless surface. She hissed as the strip was removed.

"It must be done in accordance with the contract. At the same time, I find it hard to believe that this is your very first time getting a Brazilian wax. Richa posed a question.

"Never needed it before." Akshara responded with a dissatisfied expression before yelling out a few more colorful words in an attempt to alleviate her discomfort.

How was it fair that she was the only one who had to go through suffering and pain in order to make their love story believable, and all Abhimanyu had to do was stop being himself?! The question is, what kind of a pathetic loophole was that?!

While Akshara was walking over to the third and final obstacle of the salon, which was to get her nails done, she disguised herself by wrapping a gown around her. She appeared to be no less than a penguin. In addition to the fact that her legs were spread apart and she was squatting slightly, her entire body had a sticky sensation. Her gait may have been similar to that of a penguin, but she had the sensation of being a sphinx cat, which is hairless and gentle.

While Akshara was preparing herself for her manicure and pedicure, she exclaimed, "Ow, ow, ow." as she gently set herself down.

"What colour would you like?" She was addressed by the manicurist.

"Anything would do." When she was finished, Akshara waved her off. Being a girl was a challenging experience. Extremely challenging.

Saturday is the day. With today being the day, Dr. Abhimanyu Birla, also known as the walking STD, According to Akshara Goenka, Dr. Abhimanyu Birla was going to make his very first appearance in public when he was with her.

Changing her strapless dress and repositioning her hair to one side of her shoulder, Akshara made the necessary adjustments. In an effort to remind herself of the reason she was engaging in this activity, she took a few deep breaths.

Money was the motivation behind her actions. Those funds would be put toward the establishment of her very own music school for children from disadvantaged areas. It was her ultimate objective. That was the only thing that she needed to consider.

"Good luck and try to enjoy yourself." Akshara was informed by Richa.

"You really are a sadist aren't you?" Even though Akshara was well aware that Richa had not meant a single word of what she had said, she continued to question.

"Go." Her actions allowed Akshara to enter the room.

After exiting the vehicle, Akshara made sure to shut the door behind her before leaving. She heard the wheels of the car turning, and within a few seconds, the car was gone, leaving her standing in front of the doorsteps of Oliver's, which was once again a very high-end restaurant that she could hardly even imagine having the opportunity to dine in.

For the second time, she readjusted her short sweetheart strapless dress, making certain that there was no cleavage visible. However, because of this action, her dress was unable to reach below her buttocks. As a result, she had to pull the dress down on her sides, which led to a small amount of cleavage being visible from the top of her dress.

Amazing. Could she ever hope to emerge victorious? An exaggerated version of a hooker. That was the precise appearance that she possessed. Then again, with the black stiletto heels that she was wearing that were five inches tall? It's true. It was a clear indication of a hooker.

When she heard a throat clearing behind her, she yelled out in surprise. She was about to take a step forward when she heard the sound of someone clearing their throat.

"Hi." It was a husky voice that whispered in her ear, which unexpectedly caught her off guard and caused her to lose her balance. While she was bracing herself for the impact, she closed her eyes and waited for her to fall onto the pavement.

However, the impact did not materialize. She felt, on the contrary, two arms that were quite powerful and very large wrapping around her. One of the arms was wrapping around her waist, and the other was holding her hand.

As she slowly opened her eyes and gently relaxed her furrowed brows, she experienced a fluttering sensation in her heart and a quickening of her breath. First, she opened one eye, and then she opened the other, and she made eye contact with a pair of eyes that were among the most stunning eyes that have ever existed on the planet Earth.