Blurb 1💥

Across the mahogany desk, Vikram Malhotra leaned back in his chair, exuding cold authority. His tailored black suit fit his lean frame like it was molded on him. He studied her with the detached gaze of a man examining an investment—not a person.

“Have you read the contract?” His voice was deep, smooth, but devoid of warmth.

“Yes,” Saru said softly. Her throat felt dry. “It says I will… carry the child to term, under medical supervision. And after birth, I… relinquish all rights.”

“Correct.” He folded his hands, the glint of his watch catching the light. “You will also stay here. My doctors don’t trust… outside environments. I want no risks.”

Saru hesitated. Living here? In this cold mansion? Under his eyes?

“Is that… necessary?” she asked timidly.

His brows arched. “You’re being paid for this, Ms. Sharma. You agreed. I expect safety for my heir.." - he said coldly.

" You should be healthy - then my heir will be born healthy " - he said with a sharp warning tone...

Blurb 2🙈

That night, she was unable to sleep...

Saru wandered to the dressing area. She lifted her top slightly, staring at her 3 months little baby bump in the mirror, whispering to herself, “Will you even show soon? Will I feel you?”

The door creaked.

She froze.

Vikram stood there, having come to ask about the medical schedule.

But his eyes caught the soft curve of her bare midriff, the way her fingers rested against the skin that is carrying his child.

His gaze darkened—not with lust exactly, but with something… raw. A strange, unfamiliar pull.

Saru’s breath hitched. She tugged her top down, cheeks flushing. “I—I didn’t hear you knock…”

“I didn’t knock the door” he said quietly.

His eyes held hers, unreadable yet heavy with something unsaid.

Silence stretched. She could hear her own heartbeat.

Finally, he stepped back, clearing his throat. “Be careful. Don’t… overexert yourself.” His voice was lower than before. Rougher.

She nodded, unable to speak.

Blurb 3🔥

She rushed to the kitchen basin , retching until tears stung her eyes. Her entire body ached as she puked her guts out...

vikram came running rubbing her back to ease her sensation ...

"What did you eat?"- he asked

" My favourite pista - dry fruit icecream " - she said in a defeated tone..

" Yaak..." - he made a weird face expression just listening to that flavour..

She sat on couch caressing her belly and vikram beside her looking at her ...

" I can't even eat my favourite icecream now " - she said with a sad pout...

" That's my DNA... The strongest one...I hate that flavour " - vikram said with a smile keeping his palm on her 4 th month belly...

And they both felt tense in their proximity....

Blurb 4🥵

When the house was quiet, she went to Vikram’s study. He was there, staring at some papers but clearly not reading them.

“Vikram…” she whispered from the doorway.

He looked up. And hummed at her to talk

Her voice trembled as she spoke.
“Since… there are two babies now… can I… keep one?”

He stared at her.

She swallowed hard, eyes glistening. “One child for you… and one for me. I—I know it wasn’t part of the deal. But after today… after hearing their two heartbeats, I just… I can’t give both away. Please… let me keep one, Vikram.”

The room fell silent.

For the first time in his life, Vikram Malhotra was truly speechless.

Her soft plea shattered something in him. He’d planned this arrangement to be cold, transactional. But looking into her tearful eyes, knowing she was carrying his children, he felt something unraveling inside.

And for 1 week she asked him daily ...And each night, he’d fall silent.

But the more she asked, the more it chipped away at his carefully constructed walls.

This night after he gave her back a massage with oil , he helped her to lay in bed as she felt body pains...

“Vikram… please. Let me keep one baby. Just one.”- she pleaded , her hand resting protectively on her belly.

“Can’t I keep one? Can’t at least one of them call me ‘mama’?”- she bursted out in tears infront of him...

His patience snapped—not in anger at her, but at the feelings he couldn’t suppress anymore.

He stepped forward, gripping her shoulders gently but firmly, forcing her to look at him.

His voice was low, almost rough.
“Why are you asking for one… when you can keep all of us?”

She froze. “W–what do you mean?”

“Keep three of us with you. The babies… and me.”- he said with his dark hunter eyes like fucking her with his eyes...

He kneeled , close to her - to claim her ... But ???

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Will she accept??

Or he remains grounded to the agreement ?

Or he regrets what he did??

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