The Contracted Wife

THE CEO'S CONTRACTED WIFE

BY AUTHOR SAYMA

Introduction:

Rishabh was a successful CEO and the boss of a dangerous mafia. His personality was as commanding as that of someone with a gym-toned body. His eyes had a depth that could fill anyone with fear. He lived by his own rules, never allowing anyone or anything to get in the way of his business. But there was one thing hidden in his heart his little daughter, Shivi. Shivi had his love, but her life lacked something vital, a mother's affection. Rishabh realized this, which is why he decided to marry Heer a contract marriage in which Heer would only play the role of a mother. However, what was initially planned began to change over time. Heer was an innocent, simple girl, living in an orphanage. She had dreams in her eyes, but those dreams had never come true. Her world was limited to the orphanage and the people around her. Her life was a bit bitter, but her fragrance, her love, and her unwavering faith compelled everyone to come closer to her. When Rishabh decided to marry Heer, Heer thought of it as just a formal arrangement, but gradually, the distance between them started turning into love. Heer's simplicity and innocence won Rishabh's heart, while his strong and protective personality made Heer hide her tears. What was initially a contract marriage slowly transformed into love and understanding.

Chapter 1: First Meeting

Rishabh turned his car towards the temple road. There was a hint of exhaustion on his face, but something felt off inside him, like something important was drawing him here. As he entered the temple, a sense of calm surrounded him, yet deep within, there was a growing disturbance.

As soon as he entered the temple, his gaze landed on a woman. Heer was standing there, her blue eyes hiding a deep pain, her long black hair neatly braided, dressed in a simple suit. There was something about her presence that drew Rishabh in. But his anger and attitude remained unchanged.

When Heer felt her own unease and sadness reflected in her eyes, she glanced up at Rishabh. His gaze was harsh, filled with anger. He looked directly at her and, without understanding why, he said, "Can't you see?"

Heer flinched slightly, but her inner strength kept her quiet. There was something in Rishabh's eyes that made her feel uneasy, and yet she fought to stay composed. She simply nodded without speaking.

Rishabh's attitude was clear as he replied, "If you can't see this, I don't have time to waste on you." But in the next moment, there was a shift in his eyes, an unfamiliar feeling that made Heer feel even more compelled to remain silent.

Heer didn't respond, trying to hold back her tears. Rishabh, for a brief moment, softened his expression and kept looking at her as if something was about to change.

After Rishabh had completed his darshan at the temple, he turned around to leave. However, as he took a few steps away, he noticed something that made him pause. He heard the faint sound of soft sobs—Heer's tears were silently streaming down her face. Her delicate sobs were so quiet, yet they seemed to pierce the stillness around them.

Heer was standing there with her head lowered, unable to control her emotions. The tears from her blue eyes were falling freely, her face a mix of pain and vulnerability. Something about her state struck Rishabh deeply, a feeling he hadn't expected.

His feet froze in place. He turned back, unable to shake off the sense that something inside him had shifted. He saw her standing there, her eyes lowered, unable to hide the sorrow that gripped her. The image of her silent crying made Rishabh stop in his tracks.

He couldn't ignore it anymore. The sight of her in pain seemed to resonate within him, and in that moment, his harsh attitude softened slightly, though he didn't know what to do with the feelings stirring inside him.

Rishabh tried to turn back, but he couldn't take his eyes off Heer's innocent face. The pain on her face was making him feel something deep inside, something he hadn't expected. Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind — how could he help this girl?

In that moment, Rishabh walked over to her and, in a soft voice, asked, "Where is your home?"

Heer, with sadness in her eyes, replied hesitantly. She shook her head slightly and said, "I don't have a home. I'm an orphan. I live here, in this temple."

When Rishabh heard this, a faint smile appeared on his face. It was a smile filled with an unspoken understanding, as though he had realized the depth of Heer's pain. There was something in his smile that reflected a shift in him. His heart seemed to soften, and for a brief moment, he let go of his usual hardness. The smile was not just a gesture, but a quiet acknowledgment of her struggle.

Chapter 2: The Contract Marriage

After their brief conversation, Rishabh stood there, looking at Heer with a calculating gaze. He had always been a man who believed in practicality, and right now, emotions had no place in his decision-making. With a firm voice, he turned to her and said, "I have an offer for you."

Heer looked at him, confused and cautious. Rishabh continued, his tone steady but devoid of warmth, "Marry me. A contract marriage. It's simple – you stay with me, take care of my daughter, love her, and be there for her. My daughter is 3 years old, and she needs a mother. I can't offer you love, nor can I give you the position of a wife in my life. But if you agree to this, you'll have a place in my home and a role in my daughter's life."

Heer was taken aback by the bluntness of his offer. There was no tenderness in his words, no promises of affection. His eyes were cold, almost indifferent, as he explained his conditions. He made it clear that there would be no romantic involvement or any expectation of emotional attachment from him. "But don't expect me to love you or give you the status of a wife," he added, his voice firm, almost as if he were setting a boundary he would never cross.

Heer felt a mix of emotion Shock, disbelief, and a touch of anger but she knew deep down that this was an opportunity she couldn't ignore. Rishabh's proposal was practical, and in many ways, it was a way out of her current pain. She was left to decide whether she could accept a life of security without love, a life where she could care for a child but never truly be loved in return.

Heer was overwhelmed. After hearing Rishabh's offer, a deep pain filled her eyes, and it was so intense that she couldn't stop the tears from flowing. Slowly, tears began to fall from her eyes, and her gaze remained lowered, her face filled with sorrow and despair. She couldn't find the words to express herself, only trying to hide her emotions behind her lowered eyes.

In a soft, almost whispering voice, she said, "Okay."

Her "okay" was filled with hesitation, as if something was left unsaid, something hidden within her. In reality, Heer had no other choice. She didn't have a home, no place to go. She had no city, no one to call her own. The only place she had found some solace was the temple where she had been living, but that comfort was no longer enough for her.

As she thought about all of this, trying to hide her tears, she realized that accepting Rishabh's offer might be her only chance to improve her life. And so, she agreed to his proposal.

A slight smile appeared on Rishabh's face, as though he had understood something after hearing Heer's response. The temple was empty, with no one else around. In the peaceful silence of the temple, Rishabh took the next step.

He went to the idol of Lord Shiva and Parvati and picked up some sindoor, then applied it to Heer's forehead. This was a symbolic act of their contract marriage, a formal gesture, but somehow, Rishabh felt a sense of calm after performing it.

As Rishabh filled Heer's forehead with sindoor, a little of it fell onto her nose. It made her look even more beautiful, her innocent face appearing even more adorable. Rishabh couldn't take his eyes off her, lost in the simplicity and purity of her expression.

Suddenly, as she realized her forehead was marked with sindoor, Heer shyly glanced at Rishabh. But then, almost immediately, she lowered her gaze, her face showing a mixture of embarrassment and slight nervousness. She tried to hide her emotions, but Rishabh's attention remained on her, captivated by her innocent reaction.

a sudden movement, Rishabh grabbed Heer's hand, and without waiting for her to react, he started moving forward. Heer, caught off guard, was pulled along by him, walking beside him in surprise. She didn't know how to react, still in a daze from everything that had just happened. She was simply following his lead, unsure of what was going on but unable to resist.

Once they reached the car, Rishabh opened the door, guiding her to the passenger seat. He helped her sit down and then walked around to the driver's side. As he sat down in the driver's seat, his expression was calm and controlled, as if everything was normal. Heer, still confused, looked at him from the passenger seat, trying to understand the situation, but Rishabh's demeanor made it clear he had already moved on to the next step without waiting for her to catch up.

Once again, tears started flowing from Heer's eyes. Rishabh noticed it immediately. He could feel her quiet sobs, and the sight of her tears struck him in a way he hadn't expected. Without showing any emotion or softness, he turned to her and, in his usual stern tone, asked, "Why are you crying?"

Heer, her voice trembling and weak, responded with a quiet, almost inaudible, "Nothing." Her words lacked conviction, as though she was trying to hide the pain she was feeling inside. She was still terrified, not just of the situation but also of Rishabh's harshness. The fear of the unknown and her helplessness in this moment caused her to hold back her true emotions. Despite her tears, she couldn't bring herself to speak freely, still overwhelmed by the tension and her own vulnerability in his presence.

Chapter : 3 Shivi and Heer's Bond

In just a little while, Heer arrived at the Shergill mansion. Rishabh had brought her there quickly, and as they entered the grand hall, he grabbed her hand. With a commanding tone, he called out loudly, "Shivi...!!! Beta, Shivi...!!!"

At the sound of his voice, a sweet, innocent 3-year-old girl appeared, walking toward them with tiny steps. She had green eyes just like her father, and her face was unbelievably cute, with fair skin that made her look like a doll. She wore a white frock that added to her charm as she rushed over to her father.

Without wasting a moment, Rishabh bent down and scooped her up into his arms. He kissed both her cheeks lovingly and, in a soft voice, said, "Beta, this is your mumma."

Shivi looked up at Heer with curiosity and asked in her sweet little voice, "Is this my mumma?"

Rishabh nodded, affirming her question with a simple "Yes." Meanwhile, Heer stood there, still with her head lowered, unsure of how to react.

As Rishabh held Shivi, the little girl, still in his arms, noticed Heer and immediately jumped from his arms and ran to her. She wrapped her little arms around Heer's legs, looking up at her with innocence and love. In her adorable voice, Shivi said, "From today, I will call her Princess Mumma!"

Heer, moved by the gesture, gently picked Shivi up and placed her in her arms, her eyes still lowered. She didn't look at Rishabh, although she could feel his gaze on her. She was lost in the warmth of the moment, yet still hesitant and unsure about her feelings.

Rishabh, with a loving smile, looked at Shivi and gently said, "Beta, let Mumma rest for now. You can play with her later in the evening, okay?"

Shivi, with a cute and understanding nod, responded with a sweet, "Okay, Papa!" Her innocent voice was filled with love and eagerness to spend time with her new mumma, but she understood that Heer needed rest for the moment.

Without wasting any more time, Shivi bounced off excitedly and ran towards her room, her little feet skipping with excitement. She was thrilled about the prospect of playing with her new "Princess Mumma" later, and her childlike energy was evident as she disappeared into her room, leaving the adults behind.

Rishabh's voice turned deep and firm as he addressed Heer, ensuring she understood the gravity of his words. "Take care of my daughter," he said, his tone serious and full of authority. "Don't even think about harming her in any way. If anything happens to her, you won't know what I'll do." His words were heavy with warning, and his gaze was sharp, conveying just how much he valued Shivi's well-being.

He continued, "As much as you can, just love her."

Heer stood there, her head still lowered, silently absorbing every word. Her heart ached with the weight of his words, and though she wanted to say something, she couldn't bring herself to speak. The tension in the air was thick, and she felt the pressure of Rishabh's expectations weighing on her.

As Rishabh finished speaking, Heer's eyes once again filled with tears. She blinked rapidly to hold them back, but the emotions were too strong. Her heart was a mix of sadness, uncertainty, and the overwhelming responsibility placed upon her. She didn't raise her gaze, keeping her face hidden, unable to fully express her emotions.

Rishabh had instructed Heer to move into Shivi's room, ensuring that the two would start bonding. After leaving them alone, Rishabh went about his business, but as evening came, he returned home. Upon entering the house, he made his way straight to Shivi's room. When he reached the door and looked inside, he was taken aback.

What he saw surprised him: Shivi, who usually didn't eat her dinner easily, was sitting at the table, eating her food without any fuss. But what truly caught Rishabh's attention was the sight of Heer sitting next to her, gently encouraging Shivi to eat while simultaneously telling her enchanting fairy tales. The room was filled with the soft sound of Heer's voice, telling stories that made Shivi smile and feel safe.

Rishabh couldn't help but smile at the sight. He had expected some resistance from Shivi, as she wasn't fond of eating on her own, but Heer's presence and her calm, loving nature seemed to have brought a positive change. It was evident that Heer was slowly becoming a mother figure for Shivi, and the connection between them was growing stronger with every passing moment.

Rishabh had come to a quiet understanding within himself. He knew that no matter what, Heer would prove to be a good mother to Shivi. He had married her, not because he loved her, but because he was drawn to her innocence. He didn't know much about her, nor did he care to. Rishabh had never been one to appreciate or even desire a woman's presence in his life. He had no space for love in his world; his focus had always been on his daughter's happiness. He simply wanted Shivi to have a mother who would care for her.

At that moment, Rishabh entered the room, carrying some bags and papers in his hands. He moved quietly, his footsteps soft, as he made his way into the room. Heer, who had been standing there, instinctively lowered her gaze, feeling the weight of Rishabh's presence. Her eyes shifted to the ground, and she immediately stood up, a reflex action born of the tension in the room.

Shivi, who had been happily curled up next to Heer, felt her father's presence and immediately turned to look at him. With pure joy, she rushed over to him, her little feet barely touching the ground as she jumped into his arms, her excitement evident. She wrapped her arms around his legs, embracing him with all the love a child could give. Her happiness was contagious, and the bond between father and daughter was undeniable.

Meanwhile, Heer remained where she was, standing with her eyes lowered, still unsure of her place in this family dynamic. She didn't raise her gaze, keeping her distance, but there was a quiet softness in her expression as she watched the affection between Rishabh and Shivi.

Chapter 4: Rishabh's Indifference

Rishabh, after giving Shivi a quick kiss on her cheeks, turned his attention to Heer. He walked over to her, holding a shopping bag, and extended it toward her. "This has some dresses for you. I've already arranged your clothes in the closet. Go and freshen up," he instructed, his voice steady and indifferent.

Heer, her gaze still lowered in deference, took the bag from him without a word. Rishabh then reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. He extended it toward her without hesitation. Before she could say anything, he spoke again, his tone firm and direct, "These are the contract papers. Sign them, so there are no issues in the future—neither for you nor for me."

Heer, her eyes downcast, took the paper from him. She didn't say anything in response; instead, she placed the paper aside, grabbed a pen, and signed it. The sound of the pen on paper filled the room, but her silence and unwillingness to look at Rishabh remained. She didn't raise her eyes even once, not even for a moment.

Rishabh observed her throughout, his gaze steady and unwavering. He noted that she hadn't looked up at him once, and for some reason, this only made her more intriguing to him. Her detachment, her ability to remain unaffected, seemed to attract him even more. The cold indifference she displayed piqued his curiosity and drew him in, though he didn't fully understand why it had such an effect on him.

After Rishabh took the papers and left the room, Shivi once again clung to Heer, seeking comfort and affection. Heer, with gentle hands, lifted Shivi and laid her down on the bed, cradling her in her arms. After ensuring Shivi was comfortable, Heer went to freshen up. When she returned, she sat beside Shivi and pulled her close, holding her to her chest and softly patting her back, comforting her. Soon, Shivi drifted into a peaceful sleep, nestled against Heer.

But despite Shivi's peaceful slumber, Heer's heart was restless. As she sat there, her eyes filled with unshed tears. For the first time in so long, someone had come into her life and given her something—something meaningful. Though their relationship was based on a contract, Rishabh had brought her into his world, and for that, she felt a deep sense of gratitude. He had provided her with a place, a purpose, and a sense of belonging that she had never known before.

Her feelings for Rishabh were becoming more complex. She had come to see him not just as her husband by contract, but as someone she could rely on. To her, he was like a god, just as much a part of her life as her devotion to Lord Shiv. Yet, in her heart, fear lingered. What if this bond, based on a contract, came to an end one day? What would she do then? She feared losing him, even though she knew their relationship was built on something that might not last forever.

Heer sat on the bed, gently patting Shivi to sleep. Within moments, the little girl drifted off, her innocent face glowing under the soft moonlight. But Heer's own eyes brimmed with tears as she silently carried the weight of her emotions. Seeking solace, she walked toward the window, gazing at the serene moonlit sky. Lost in thought, she suddenly sensed a faint fragrance in the air. The scent was calming yet unfamiliar.

Turning around, she unexpectedly bumped her head into something—or someone. Startled, she looked up, only to find Rishabh standing close to her, his intense green eyes fixed on her. Shocked by his sudden presence, Heer quickly lowered her gaze, her voice barely audible as she softly said, "Aap yahan?"

Rishabh, who had been silently watching her, broke his trance, his expression hardening. In his characteristic stern tone, he replied, "Takrane ki aadat jayegi nahi tumhari?"

Heer's face flushed with embarrassment as she kept her head bowed, whispering, "I'm sorry... aage se dhyan rakhungi." She glanced at Shivi, peacefully asleep, and hoped to escape the awkward moment. But before she could move, Rishabh suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Without saying a word, he led her toward the sofa. Sitting down, he pulled her closer and began silently observing her. His piercing gaze softened slightly as he studied her face—her innocence, her vulnerability, and the quiet strength that radiated from her. For the first time, his heart seemed to hesitate, caught between his cold exterior and the growing pull toward the woman in front of him.

Rishabh thought for a moment before speaking in his deep voice, "Do you know what all you need to do here?" Heer, still standing with her head bowed, softly replied, "I will do whatever you ask me to."

Rishabh looked at her innocent face and said, "You need to stay with my daughter at all times. Take good care of her meals and her needs. You will cook for her; don't give her anything from outside. I won't repeat this, but nothing should happen to her. And if you ever need anything, you'll tell me." Heer, still looking at the floor, responded in a soft voice, "Yes, okay."

Rishabh couldn't take his eyes off her innocent face. A thought crossed his mind, "Where did I even find her? Do girls this simple and innocent even exist in this day and age? Or maybe she's pretending… but anyway, why should I care?"

Breaking out of his thoughts, he asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?" Heer, with her head still lowered, quietly said, "I couldn't sleep."

Rishabh, in a slightly gentler tone, said, "Alright, go to sleep now.

CHapter : 5 The Bond

filled the air, making both of them feel happy. The table was set with soup, sandwiches, poha, and many other items, all arranged perfectly.

Then, Rishabh's gaze shifted to Heer, who was coming toward him with a tray holding juice. As he looked at her, he thought to himself, "My decision wasn't wrong. Maybe I won't regret this."

Heer, with her calm demeanor, was doing everything so effortlessly, serving the food and ensuring everything was in place. Rishabh, observing her, felt that his decision to marry her—even if it was under a contract—wasn't a mistake. Something inside him made him believe that he might have made the right choice after all. The way she carried herself, the way she was taking care of Shivi, it was all beginning to feel like the right path.

His thoughts about Heer, the way she looked, and how she was integrating into his life made him feel that perhaps, despite the nature of their relationship, there was something genuine about her presence in his world. She seemed to fit into this picture he hadn't realized he was missing.

Heer came to the dining table and started serving breakfast. She served Rishabh's plate first, then Shivi's, and then stood by the side. During this time, Rishabh's gaze never left Heer, not even for a second.

Rishabh took a spoonful of food, and Heer's cooking was truly delicious. Shivi, nodding her head, said, "Yummy, Princess Mumma!" Heer gave a faint smile, and although Rishabh didn't say anything, he also liked the food.

Then, Shivi, looking at her mother, said in a toddler's voice, "Princess Mumma, you should eat breakfast too." Heer smiled and gently stroked her head, saying, "Beta, you eat, I'll eat later."

Rishabh, in his serious tone, said, "There's no such thing as later. Here, we eat breakfast and dinner together, so you should eat with us."

At his words, Heer quietly lowered her gaze and sat down on the chair next to Shivi. She took a bite of the sandwich. Her eyes were still lowered, but Rishabh couldn't stop looking at her. Shivi was eating poha, but she couldn't lift it with the spoon. As soon as Heer noticed this, she quickly set her plate aside and moved to Shivi's side, taking her plate and feeding her with the spoon. Shivi, smiling, nodded and continued eating.

Meanwhile, Rishabh couldn't take his eyes off Heer. Every movement of hers seemed to pull him closer. He thought to himself, "This girl is going to drive me crazy."

He finished his breakfast, got up, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to the office, take care of Shivi." Heer nodded silently without looking at him.

Chapter 6 : Accident

It was late at night, around 10 PM, and Rishabh was completely drunk. He was driving his car at high speed, not paying attention to his surroundings. Suddenly, a truck appeared right in front of him, and there was a terrible accident. Rishabh's face began to bleed, and he lost consciousness in the car.

Some people were on the 🛣️ at the time of the accident, and they quickly reacted. They recognized Rishabh, as he was well-known for his abilities and status. Without wasting time, they rushed him to the hospital. Within minutes, Rishabh's bodyguards also arrived at the hospital. Rishabh was admitted to the ICU, and doctors immediately started treating him.

Back at the mansion, Heer was playing with Shivi. The sound of their laughter filled the room, bringing joy and light to the entire house. Suddenly, a bodyguard entered the room. He looked at Heer and said, "Mam, Sir has had an accident. He is in the ICU."

Upon hearing this, it felt like all the life left Heer's body. Her steps faltered, and she froze, unable to move forward. Her mind went blank. The only thought that overwhelmed her was, "What if something happens to Rishabh?" She could hardly gather herself as her heart raced with worry. It seemed as if her entire world had come to a halt.

Heer's face turned pale, and there was a deep worry in her eyes. The pain and concern for Rishabh filled her, and she couldn't contain the fear rising within her.

Heer reached the hospital within 20 minutes, her heart racing with worry. The corridors were silent, except for the presence of Rishabh's bodyguards standing quietly. One of the bodyguards noticed her and gestured toward the ICU room. With hesitant steps, she approached the glass window and peered inside.

Through the window, Heer saw Rishabh lying unconscious on the hospital bed. His head was wrapped in a bandage, with drops attached to his hand and another hand covered in gauze. He looked pale and vulnerable, a stark contrast to his usual strong and commanding presence. The sight of him like this sent a wave of emotions through Heer, and tears began to stream down her cheeks.

Though she had no deep attachment to Rishabh yet, there was a strange sense of connection—a pull she couldn't deny. He had given her the status of his wife, something she never expected in her life. Her life, which once seemed dark and hopeless, had started to change because of him. He had brought stability, purpose, and even happiness, things she never thought she deserved.

Heer lowered her gaze, wiping away her tears, and slowly walked toward a small temple in the corner of the hospital corridor. Standing before the idol of Lord Shiva, she folded her hands and closed her tear-filled eyes. Her heart poured out in silent prayer, her voice trembling in her mind.

"Shiv Ji, please don't let anything happen to him. For the sake of his innocent daughter, Shivi, who sees her whole world in him. He's a good man, and he changed the life of someone like me, an orphan with no direction. I owe everything to him. Please, give him my years of life if that's what it takes. Just bring him back safe and healthy."

Her tears continued to fall as she stood there, her hands still folded in prayer. Her heart carried a mix of fear, gratitude, and an unspoken emotion that she couldn't yet name. In that moment, she realized how much Rishabh had come to mean to her, even if she couldn't admit it to herself.

Chapter 7 : Heer's Prayer

Heer was standing in front of the temple, her eyes closed, silently praying. Suddenly, a guard approached her quickly and said, "Ma'am, Sir has regained consciousness." As soon as Heer heard this, a faint smile appeared on her face. She immediately joined her hands in gratitude to Lord Shiva and ran towards the ward.

When Heer entered the ward, she saw Rishabh sitting on the hospital bed. His face looked slightly better, but his head and hand were still bandaged. Tears welled up in her eyes, but her heart was at ease knowing he was okay. Rishabh looked at her and, in a slightly harsh tone, asked, "What are you doing here?"

Wiping her tears, Heer lowered her head and, in a trembling voice, said, "I… I was worried about your accident…" Her voice was so soft and innocent that Rishabh paused for a moment. Then, in his usual tone, he said, "It was just an accident. I'm not dead."

Hearing this, Heer's tears began to fall again. She didn't say anything more. At that moment, the doctor entered the room and, looking at Rishabh, said, "You can go home now, but you must take complete bed rest. Take a break from the office and take care of yourself." However, it was clear from Rishabh's expression that he wasn't going to pay any attention to the doctor's advice. Without saying a word, he started trying to get up.

Heer immediately moved forward to help him. She gently placed her hands on his shoulder to support him, but as she did, Rishabh smirked slightly and said, "You're as light as air; you can't possibly support me." His comment made Heer feel a little shy, but she stayed quiet.

Rishabh then looked at the guard and signaled to him. The guard quickly stepped forward and helped Rishabh into a wheelchair. Within minutes, Rishabh was seated in the car, ready to head back to the mansion.

Heer watched everything silently, her heart praying for his well-being as they prepared to leave for the mansion. This was a strange experience for her—worrying so much for someone who was her husband only by contract. Yet, somewhere deep inside, her feelings for Rishabh were beginning to grow.

After 20 minutes, Rishabh was sitting on his bed in the room. On one side, Shivi was sitting, holding his hand in her tiny hands and looking at him with innocent concern. In her soft, childlike voice, Shivi said, "Papa, you got hurt?" Rishabh, with a confident smile, replied, "Sweetheart, this is just a small injury. It'll be fine soon." His words brought a sense of comfort to Shivi, and she smiled.

Meanwhile, Heer stood quietly in a corner, her eyes lowered. She didn't say a word, simply observing the moment between father and daughter. A little while later, without saying anything, she silently left the room.

Hours passed, and night fell. Heer returned to Rishabh's room. This time, she was holding a bowl of soup in her hands. Rishabh, resting on the bed, glanced at her and said, "You don't need to do all this. There are servants for this work. Just focus on taking care of Shivi."

Without saying a word, Heer quietly placed the bowl of soup on the bedside table. Rishabh tried to drink the soup, but the bandages on his hand and the pain made it difficult for him to hold it properly. Every attempt he made failed.

Noticing his struggle, Heer stepped forward and sat beside him. Without a word, she gently took the bowl and started feeding him the soup herself. Every spoonful was given with such care as if she were tending to someone very dear to her.

Rishabh's attention wasn't on the soup or his pain. His gaze was fixed entirely on Heer's face. Her teary eyes, her innocent and pure expression, which could steal anyone's heart, captivated him. At that moment, Rishabh felt something strange in his heart, an unexplainable pull toward her. Yet, Heer, focused on what she was doing, didn't look at him even once.

Rishabh asked in a soft and gentle voice, "Did Shivi eat something?" Heer silently nodded in agreement without saying a word. Shivi was peacefully sleeping on the sofa, wrapped in her innocence. Heer had carefully fed her dinner and given her medicines to ensure she slept comfortably.

There was a sense of relief in Rishabh's eyes, knowing Heer had taken such good care of Shivi. He had asked Heer not to leave, so she quietly lay down on the sofa in one corner. She didn't glance at Rishabh even once, but his eyes were still fixed on her. Rishabh, lost in thought, wondered, "How does this girl have so much love and responsibility in her heart?"

The room was filled with an unusual silence, yet Heer's presence brought a sense of peace to the night.

Chapter : 8 Recovery

During Rishabh's recovery, Heer showed a side of her that Rishabh had never imagined. Every single day, she took care of him with utmost dedication and affection. She would wake up early in the morning to prepare breakfast for him, ensure he took his medicines on time, and cater to his needs with a quiet sense of responsibility. Her gentle care brought a strange sense of comfort to Rishabh.

Heer also spent a lot of time with Shivi, which only made Rishabh feel even closer to her. Shivi adored Heer, laughing and playing with her like they had known each other forever. Rishabh often found himself watching them from a distance, feeling an unfamiliar peace settle over him. A small voice in his heart whispered that perhaps someone like Heer was exactly what his life had been missing.

Every morning, Rishabh would play with Shivi in the garden, but his eyes often wandered toward Heer. Whether she was busy with household chores or laughing with Shivi, everything she did seemed to pull him in. Heer's simplicity and sincerity shone through in her every action, whether she was cooking in the kitchen or gently braiding Shivi's hair.

Within a week, Rishabh began to feel much better—not just physically, but emotionally too. Heer's presence no longer felt like a duty-bound nurse but like a quiet companion who had unknowingly brought warmth back into his life. Every meal she prepared for him, every smile she gave him, seemed to carve a permanent place for her in his heart.

One evening, as Heer brought him a bowl of soup, Rishabh looked at her, a thought creeping into his mind, "This house will feel empty again without her." He felt his heart being drawn toward her, but he wasn't ready to acknowledge it yet. Something was changing inside him, slowly but surely.

Rishabh's heart was filled with a turmoil that quietly troubled him. He couldn't stop questioning why Heer was putting so much effort into taking care of him, even though she was just a contracted wife. He couldn't understand the reason behind her love and dedication.

Finally, he decided to ask her directly. When his eyes fell on Heer, who was busy with her work, he spoke in his usual stern voice, "Heer, come here!" Heer lowered her gaze, said nothing, and quietly walked toward him.

Rishabh took her hand and gently made her sit on the bed. It was the first time he had held her hand so tenderly. Heer was startled to her core by this unexpected gesture. She didn't say anything, nor did she resist; she simply sat silently on the bed.

Rishabh observed the slight nervousness and silence on her face. His heart was feeling something entirely different, yet he was trying to make sense of his emotions. And Heer, sitting there quietly, wondered what Rishabh wanted to say to her.

Rishabh, in a calm and soft voice, said, "Heer, I need to talk to you." Heer didn't look at him even once, keeping her eyes down as she quietly replied, "Yes?"

Gathering his courage, Rishabh said, "You know you are a contracted wife. When this contract ends, I will let you go." Tears welled up in Heer's eyes. She didn't say anything, simply nodded silently. Rishabh continued, "I brought you here only for Shivi. Then why are you helping me so much?"

Tears began to roll down Heer's cheeks, and Rishabh couldn't bear to see them. Yet, he held himself back from wiping them away. Keeping her eyes lowered, Heer replied in a trembling voice, "Because you are like God to me. When God is unwell, it is the duty of the devotee to serve Him. Yes, I am here because of a contract, but the changes in my life have only happened because of you. That is why, for me, you hold the place of my Lord Shiva."

Her tears flowed even more freely, but she still didn't lift her gaze. Quietly, she stood up and quickly left the room. This was the first time Heer had spoken so much in front of Rishabh, as she was usually always silent.

Chapter : 9 Drunk Rishabh

Rishabh sat on his bed, completely frozen. He couldn't comprehend what had just happened. His mind was flooded with questions, one after another. He thought to himself, "Does this mean the girl I brought into my home without a second thought considers me her God? She considers Rishabh Shergil her God??"

He wrestled with his thoughts, "Me, a mafia, someone the world fears. The Rishabh Shergil, about whom people say has no heart. The Rishabh who is infamous for giving people brutal deaths. The man who makes even the biggest mafias tremble in fear—this foolish girl considers me her God?"

His mind tried to process her words, but his heart felt an unfamiliar unease. "This naïve girl, who doesn't even truly know me, has placed me on the pedestal of her God?"

Rishabh's heart was overwhelmed by a strange warmth mixed with guilt, yet he wasn't ready to put these feelings into words. For him, her declaration brought an unexpected weight—a power that touched the cold, hardened heart he thought he no longer possessed.

Rishabh got up and walked out of the room. His eyes fell on Shivi, who was playing in the hall, completely engrossed in her toys. Heer was in the kitchen, trying to steady her thoughts, still overwhelmed by their earlier conversation.

Rishabh glanced at Shivi, walked over to her, and gently kissed her on both cheeks. With a soft voice, he said, "Beta, Papa will come home late. Have your dinner and go to sleep, okay?"

Shivi, in her sweet little voice, replied, "Okay, Papa." Rishabh smiled faintly, set her back on the sofa, and walked out of the house without saying anything further.

The moment Rishabh left, Heer, who had been standing in the kitchen trying to calm her rapid breathing and collect herself, stepped out. Her eyes immediately went to Shivi, who was sitting on the sofa. Overwhelmed by emotions, Heer walked up to her and pulled her into a tight hug. That hug wasn't just an expression of love; it was the silent formation of a bond—a connection of pure affection and care between Heer and Shivi, unspoken yet deeply felt.

It was nearly 1 AM, and Shivi had fallen asleep in her room, but Heer couldn't sleep. She didn't even know why she had started waiting for Rishabh. Suddenly, she saw Rishabh's car through the window, and a soft smile appeared on her face. She quickly went outside and brought some water from the kitchen.

Rishabh entered the house with slightly unsteady steps, his face showing signs of fatigue and the effects of alcohol. Heer saw him and, lowering her gaze, gently asked, "Should I set up dinner for you?"

Rishabh looked at her for a moment, as if not understanding what was happening. Then, in an unexpected move, he grabbed her hand and led her to his room. Heer was caught off guard, her heart racing, unsure of what was happening but feeling a new shift between them.

Chapter 10 : Rishabh's Love

Rishabh pulled Heer into his room and shut the door. Heer lifted her gaze and noticed Rishabh's eyes were red. She realized that he had probably been drinking. She took a small step back, but Rishabh quickly grabbed her waist and pulled her closer.

Heer was wearing a black saree, and when Rishabh looked at her, he couldn't control himself. His eyes were filled with the haze of alcohol, and he held her waist tightly in his hands. He brushed the hair off her face and moved it behind her ear. Heer shuddered inside, not understanding what Rishabh was about to do. Her heart was racing, and she was unsure of where this moment was heading, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something intense was about to unfold.

Rishabh leaned closer to Heer's ear and said, "Heer, you are very beautiful." His voice, filled with intoxication, shook Heer inside, as if something powerful stirred within her heart.

Continuing, Rishabh said, "I have never seen a more beautiful woman than you in my life. Every time I look at you, a strange feeling rises in my heart. I can't help but keep my eyes on you."

He looked into her eyes, trying to control his emotions, and said, "Heer, you are only mine. I can never leave you. Why do you stay so far away from me?"

There was an intensity in Rishabh's words, a possessiveness, but also a depth that made Heer feel a mixture of both happiness and confusion. His words conveyed a raw desire, yet also a vulnerability that drew her in.

Without saying anything further, Rishabh picked Heer up and placed her on the bed, pushing himself on top of her. Heer realized what Rishabh was about to do, and her eyes widened, reflecting her anxiety and surprise. She struggled, trying to break free from his grip, but she was no match for Rishabh's strength and control. His act of confining her in his arms and dominating her showed his powerful control and intent.

Rishabh held Heer tightly and leaned down to kiss her earlobe. This moment was not just about physical attraction but also a deep, intimate connection. He brushed his tongue against her ear and asked, "Heer, do you want to leave me again?" This line was more than a question; it was a heartfelt plea from the depths of Rishabh's soul. Losing Heer was a significant emotional blow to him, and he was expressing his feelings.

Rishabh continued, "Believe me, I love you very much." This statement highlighted his emotional commitment. He wanted to assure Heer of his love and convince her that his actions were genuine. Rishabh said, "I've grown fond of you," indicating that their connection was more than a temporary infatuation and that he was developing deeper feelings for her.

"I can't live without you," this statement revealed Rishabh's intense feelings and love. Heer had become an integral part of his life, and he felt incomplete without her. "And this house is hell without you," this line emphasized the importance of Heer in his life and the comfort she brought him. For Rishabh, his life felt empty without Heer.

Finally, Rishabh declared, "I want to make you mine forever today." This was the deepest expression of his heart. He longed for a permanent commitment with Heer. It wasn't just a desire; it was a declaration of his wish to have her by his side forever. Rishabh's words revealed the depth of his emotions for Heer, showcasing not only physical attraction but also a deep emotional commitment."

Heer, with tear-filled eyes and trembling lips, said, "Sir, you are drunk. Please, move away."

Rishabh, placing his finger on her lips, said, "Shh... be quiet, please. Don't stop me today, Heer. I can't explain it. When you're in front of me, how can I control myself? I need you by my side. Apart from Shivi, there's no one else in this world for me. Can't you accept me? Am I that bad? You used to see me as your god, didn't you? Please, Heer, I need you so much. Stay with me, and just feel me."

Rishabh moved closer to Heer, a blend of urgency and tenderness, and captured her lips with his. In that moment, Heer was so lost in his words that she had completely surrendered her emotions to him. Everything Rishabh had said—his needs, his heart—had resonated deeply within Heer. She had never been so open in her life, so exposed in her true feelings.

Rishabh's hands roamed gently over Heer's body, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of her. Heer was immersed in the intensity of this moment, feeling her heart race as if it were in sync with his. Her heart pounded so fast, as if their heartbeats were one.

Rishabh's kisses trailed across every part of Heer's body—her neck, her chest, her stomach. Each kiss was a declaration of his deep longing. Heer, in her vulnerability, felt the love and purity in his touch.

Rishabh's love for Heer grew gradually. In the deep of the night, under the soft glow of the moon, they both started becoming more connected with each other. Soon, Rishabh became so lost in Heer that he lost track of his own senses. In that moment, all that mattered was being with Heer, and her every word, every emotion, touched his heart deeply.

However, as the moments passed, this intense closeness turned painful for Heer. The passion between them slowly transformed into her painful sobs. Her face flushed with emotion, and tears kept flowing from her eyes, as she tried to hide the hurt she was feeling. The whole room was filled with the sounds of Heer's bangles, anklets, and her painful sobs,

Heer's face turned red, and the constant stream of tears from her eyes showed how overwhelmed she was, unable to bear the intensity of the moment. Despite this, Rishabh, lost in his own feelings, couldn't stop himself. His deep need for Heer, combined with her pain, became a mix that he couldn't control. He was still caught in his emotions, not realizing how hard this was for her.

By 5 a.m., Rishabh was physically exhausted and finally stopped, falling asleep. Heer, still in tears, eventually gave in to the emotional turmoil and, still crying, fell asleep as well.

Chapter : 11 Heer's Pain

Rishabh's eyes opened around 12 PM. He saw Heer still asleep, and a slight smile appeared on his face. His gaze shifted from Heer to himself, and upon seeing himself, his eyes widened in shock. He quickly got up and hurriedly put on his clothes. His eyes were filled with anger, and his face reflected his frustration.

He grabbed Heer's arm and shouted, "Heer...!! Wake up!" Hearing his harsh voice, Heer instantly woke up and looked at Rishabh, who was glaring at her with rage. She stumbled a little and began to speak, "Yesterday, you..." But before she could finish, Rishabh shouted, "If I am drunk, will you be too? Will you take advantage of me being in this state? What were you thinking when you did all this with me? Did you think I would never let you go? Listen carefully, I only brought you here because of Shivi. Otherwise, it would take me no time to throw you out of this house."

Tears started flowing from Heer's eyes. The man who had expressed his love for her just yesterday now humiliated her in this way. Rishabh grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him. She stumbled, not knowing how to react. Rishabh suddenly realized how wrong his behavior was in this situation. He turned around and stood facing away from her. Heer, still in shock, struggled to put on her saree. It was as if she had no strength left in her. Rishabh's words had broken her completely, and she felt as though she couldn't gather the strength to hold herself together anymore.

Rishabh tightly grabbed Heer's arm and, pushing her against the wall, said, "Why did you come close to me? How many people have you been close to before this? Is this what you do—sleep with rich men and then live your life with them?" Heer couldn't stop crying; her tears seemed endless. Rishabh continued, "If it weren't for my Shivi, I wouldn't even tolerate looking at your face in this house."

He suddenly pushed Heer with force, and she stumbled, falling to the ground. Rishabh shouted at her angrily, "Get out of my sight! From now on, remember your job is just to take care of Shivi. Don't ever dream of being with me. And from today, you don't need to do anything for me. There are enough servants in this house. Just, don't ever show me your cursed face again."

Rishabh left the mansion and headed straight to his office. Meanwhile, Heer stood under the shower, crying uncontrollably. Yesterday, for the first time in her life, she had felt someone's deepest love. But today, that same person had humiliated her in the worst way imaginable. Her eyes fell on the marks on her body, the ones left by Rishabh's teeth. Every mark was a painful reminder of the hurt and insult she had endured.

After some time, Heer turned off the shower and stepped out. Her eyes were still filled with tears. As she walked out, she saw Shivi sitting and playing by herself. Something in her heart broke even more, and an overwhelming wave of motherly love washed over her. Heer held Shivi tightly in her arms, hugging her as though Shivi was her only source of strength.

In her mind, Heer silently said to herself, "Fine. If I am so unbearable to you, I will never come back into your life. I will never show you my face again."

In that moment, Heer made a firm decision—she would remove herself from Rishabh's life entirely. Her pain had turned into a quiet determination to stay away, finding her only solace in Shivi's innocent love.

"Shivi, my dear, I want to tell you something, and you have to promise to listen to me."

Shivi, in her innocent way, replied, "Tell me, Princess Mumma!"

Heer hugged Shivi tightly and said, "My dear, from today, if you want me to feed you, you'll have to come to my room. I won't be sitting with you at the dining table anymore. I'll take care of you all day, but at night, Sita Aunty will give you your food."

Shivi, with her innocent curiosity, asked, "Why, Princess Mumma?"

Heer hugged her even tighter and said, "Because Mumma isn't feeling well. That's why Mumma won't come out of the room, okay?"

Shivi, still sweet and innocent, replied, "Okay, Princess Mumma."

After talking for a while, Heer fed Shivi her meal. Heer didn't feel like eating herself, but Shivi, with her pure love and innocence, made sure Heer ate as well.

On the other side, Rishabh sat in his cabin, feeling restless. Memories of the previous night kept replaying in his mind. He realized that, because of his own mistake, he had said so many hurtful things to Heer. But how could he apologize? Apologizing was not in Rishabh Shergill's nature.

Finally, taking a deep breath, Rishabh said to himself, "It's her fault. Why did she let me get so close to her? It's not my fault."

Saying this, he immersed himself back into work, trying to suppress his emotions.

Chapter : 12 Distance

It was around 11 PM when Rishabh returned home. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, filled with anger and frustration. He was furious with himself—or perhaps it was the guilt consuming him for what he had done.

As he walked toward his room, the maid suddenly appeared and softly asked, "Sir, shall I serve dinner?"

For a moment, Rishabh froze. He was surprised because it was always Heer who asked him about dinner. But today, it was the maid. His already disturbed mind grew even more unsettled. With a sharp tone, he replied, "No, I'm not hungry," and without another word, he walked to his room.

Whenever Heer asked him, he never refused, even if he wasn't hungry—he would still eat. But tonight, he felt conflicted and confused.

For a brief moment, he stopped outside Shivi's room, as though he was contemplating something. But after a pause, he shook off the thought and headed back to his room, his heart weighed down with emotions.

As Rishabh entered his room, he tried to sleep, but sleep was far from his eyes. He was tormented by guilt, consumed by the thought that he might have ruined Heer's life.

Lost in his turmoil, he lay down on the bed, hoping that by morning, Heer's anger would subside and that he would find her at the dining table as usual. This faint hope was the only thing keeping him together as the weight of his actions pressed heavily on his heart.

The next morning, when Rishabh woke up, he quickly freshened up and went downstairs. His eyes narrowed in disappointment when he saw that only Shivi and the maid were at the dining table. Without showing any expression, he quietly sat down in his usual place.

As soon as the maid saw him, she went to get his breakfast. Rishabh looked at Shivi lovingly and said, "Good morning, my child."

Shivi smiled brightly and replied, "Good morning, Papa!"

With affection in his voice, Rishabh said, "Make sure you eat your breakfast properly, and don't be too naughty."

Shivi, with her innocent face, said, "Okay, Papa."

Rishabh lovingly fed Shivi a bite of apple and asked, "Baby, where is your Princess Mumma?"

Shivi innocently replied, "Princess Mumma is in the room."

Rishabh, still with love in his tone, asked, "Did you not call her for breakfast?"

Shivi innocently said, "No Papa, she won't come and she never will. She will have breakfast in her room now."

Rishabh was shocked; he didn't know Heer was this angry with him. Anger began to rise inside him, but he barely managed to control himself. He was lost in his thoughts.

Then Shivi, with her innocent voice, asked, "Is Mumma angry with you?"

Rishabh paused for two seconds upon hearing her. Then, with love, he said, "No, baby, there's nothing like that. You just eat your breakfast."

The maid brought Rishabh's breakfast. As Rishabh stood up from his chair, he said, "I'm not hungry," and then walked out.

Meanwhile, Heer was sitting in her room, crying continuously. She couldn't believe that Rishabh had said such things to her. Both of them were mentally disturbed. They were in the same emotional state, but while Rishabh could control himself, it was much harder for Heer to manage her emotions.

Almost 3 days had passed. Rishabh hadn't been able to meet Heer or even catch a glimpse of her. Heer, too, intentionally stayed inside during the times when Rishabh was around. She knew very well that Rishabh wouldn't come to her room. That's why she stayed there, not caring about food or herself. All she could hear in her mind were the words Rishabh had said to her.

Chapter : 13 Rishabh's Panic

That night, Rishabh returned home. His eyes immediately went to Shivi, who was sitting and crying. In a panic, he asked, "Shivi, baby, what happened?"

Shivi, upon seeing him, ran into his arms and, crying, said, "Papa, Princess Mumma isn't waking up."

The moment she said that, Rishabh felt as if life had drained out of him. The only thought that echoed in his mind was, "Did I cause her to harm herself because of me?"

Quickly, he picked Shivi up and rushed into the room where Heer lay unconscious on the floor, wearing a green saree.

Rishabh hurried over to her, his steps filled with panic, and began calling out, "Heer, wake up...!! Heer??" But there was no response.

In the meantime, the maid came back and was horrified when she saw the situation. She looked at Rishabh with deep concern and said, "Sir, I went out to get the groceries."

Rishabh, his voice hard, ordered, "Take care of Shivi, I'm taking Heer to the hospital."

The maid nodded, and Rishabh quickly left the house. In the next 15 minutes, he parked his car in front of the hospital and rushed inside. This hospital was one he had built himself.

Upon seeing Rishabh, all the doctors rushed to him. With a stern voice, he said, "Check her immediately. And if anything happens to her, today will be your last day."

The doctors, trembling from his words, quickly moved Heer to a ward and began her checkup. Meanwhile, Rishabh paced anxiously in the corridor, his heart racing with fear and anger.

After a while, a team of doctors came out. Rishabh asked sternly, "What happened? Is she okay?"

The doctor, looking worried, replied, "Sir, her condition is quite weak. She hasn't eaten for several days, and her weakness has increased significantly."

Rishabh was even more shocked after hearing this. The doctor continued, "You need to take extra care of her, as much as possible." After saying this, the doctor quickly left.

Rishabh entered the ward, where Heer was lying unconscious on the bed. He gently moved her hair away from her innocent face. Then, thinking to himself, he said, "You haven't eaten anything? Why not? I don't understand what's happening with me. I can't stay away from you, but I can't come near you either. What should I do?"

"Why didn't you eat? Why didn't you take care of yourself? If it was my mistake, why did you fight with me and punish yourself?"

Lost in his thoughts, he sat beside her. His eyes were focused entirely on her innocent face, as he looked at her with deep concern.

Rishabh quickly picked Heer up in his arms and walked out through the corridor. Twenty minutes later, Heer was lying on Rishabh's bed.

The moment Shivi saw Heer, tears welled up in her eyes. Rishabh gently picked Shivi up in his arms and lovingly said, "Beta, nothing has happened to Princess Mumma. She's just a little weak. Now we will take care of your Princess Mumma together. But you mustn't cry, or Mumma will see you and start crying herself. Okay?"

Shivi, with her innocent face, replied, "Okay, Dad."

Rishabh kissed her forehead tenderly and said, "Alright, now you should go to sleep. It's late, isn't it?"

Shivi nodded, and the maid took her away from the room.

Rishabh stayed by Heer's side, gazing at her innocent face and silently promising himself that he would never let her suffer like this again.

Around 2 a.m., Heer stirred slightly and woke up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Rishabh in front of her. Rishabh immediately tried to help her, but Heer quickly pulled herself away from him.

In a soft and controlled voice, Rishabh asked, "Are you okay?" Heer didn't respond to him and instead tried to get up from the bed.

Rishabh grabbed her arms gently and said, "What are you doing? Your condition isn't stable yet." But Heer remained silent, not uttering a single word. She was in shock, wondering how she had ended up in Rishabh's room so suddenly.

Rishabh held her arms firmly and made her sit back on the bed, gripping her hand tightly. Heer repeatedly tried to free her hand, but Rishabh had no intention of letting go.

Confusion and anger were etched on Heer's face, mixed with an unusual silence, while Rishabh's face displayed a determined pain, compelling him to stay close to her. Staring into her eyes, he was silently making a decision to never let her suffer again. But Heer was drowning in her own sea of grief and anger, which was clearly visible on her face.

Every time Heer tried to pull her hand away, Rishabh's grip only tightened. There was a strange silence between them, narrating the story of their restless hearts.

Finally, Rishabh took a deep breath and said, "Heer, why aren't you listening to me? Whatever happened, I care about you more than I care about myself."

Heer, hearing his words, turned her face away and tried once again to free her hand, but Rishabh's grip remained as strong as ever.

Rishabh, in a calm but firm voice, said, "Heer, you need to stay here until you fully recover. So stop making pointless efforts."

Hearing his words, Heer felt anger bubbling inside her, but she controlled herself. In a soft and slightly shaky voice, she turned her face away from him and said, "Sir, I need to go to Shivi. Please let me go."

Rishabh, now in a stern tone, said, "Heer, you're not well yet, and your weakness has increased. You can't go anywhere."

As he was speaking, a maid entered and quietly placed a bowl of vegetable soup on the table before leaving the room. Once the maid was gone, Rishabh continued, "Heer, why didn't you take care of your health properly? You should've been more careful."

Heer didn't respond, keeping her head lowered as she sat silently. Her silence only added to Rishabh's frustration.

After a moment, Rishabh picked up the bowl and brought a spoonful of soup toward her. Heer noticed this but turned her face away, refusing to accept it.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Rishabh said, "Heer, why are you being so stubborn? You need to listen to me because your health is the most important thing right now." Yet Heer still remained quiet, lowering her gaze as if she was trying to hide her pain and anger.

Rishabh sat in front of her, watching her reaction. He could see that she was deeply hurt, but he wasn't willing to let her condition worsen further.

Softening his tone, he tried again. "Heer, please, just listen to me this one time. You need to have some soup." But Heer didn't change her expression or acknowledge his plea, choosing instead to ignore him completely.

Chapter : 14 Rishabh's Care

For a few moments, there was silence in the room. Rishabh was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say to Heer anymore. He had asked her so many times, but she hadn't responded once.

After a few minutes of quiet, Rishabh spoke softly, "Heer, you need your medicine. Please have some soup."

Seeing Rishabh's concern for her, Heer's heart softened. She wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry, but it wasn't possible. With tears in her eyes and a lump in her throat, she said, "Sir, this wasn't part of the contract, so please leave me alone. Let me be, just let me go."

Rishabh stood there, stunned. He hadn't expected Heer to say something like this.

After a brief pause, Rishabh gently replied, "Heer, listen to me. We'll talk about all of this later. Right now, I can't take any risks with your health."

After a long period of silence, Heer quietly accepted the soup and medicine. Rishabh, with an expression of concern, took both of her hands in his and gently pulled her into an embrace. He spoke softly, "Heer, you once told me that I am as important to you as your Shiv Ji. So, why can't you listen to your Shiv Ji for just a few days?"

Heer, pulling back slightly, responded, "These things weren't part of the contract."

Hearing this, Rishabh was struck silent. He didn't know how to respond, and the weight of her words seemed to hang in the air between them. Heer, feeling physically exhausted from everything, lay back on her bed. Slowly, sleep began to take over her, and in the quiet of the room, Rishabh remained awake, his eyes fixed on her.

For a long time, he just watched her, the silence surrounding him as his mind raced with thoughts. He couldn't help but reflect on the situation. He had entered this contract with a certain understanding, a specific expectation—Heer's presence here was part of that, but what came after was entirely unforeseen. The changes he felt in himself, the shifts in his emotions, were not something that had been written into the agreement. The way Heer's presence had begun to affect him, how she had unknowingly started drawing him in with her mere presence, was something he hadn't accounted for.

He realized, with a mix of confusion and longing, that his attraction to her wasn't simply physical—it was deeper, more emotional. She had become someone important to him, someone whose absence or distance stirred a sense of unease within him. The feelings he was experiencing—affection, concern, and even a growing desire to care for her—were unexpected but undeniable.

His mind kept returning to this realization that the contract was no longer just a piece of paper. It had transformed into something much more complicated—something that involved emotions, vulnerability, and the unsettling pull of attraction that had taken root in his heart.

After a while, he let out a quiet sigh, overwhelmed by the internal conflict. He couldn't deny that Heer had begun to matter to him, far beyond the terms of their agreement. However, this was a new territory for him, one where emotions ran deeper than he was prepared to navigate.

With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Rishabh returned to his seat on the sofa, his gaze still lingering on Heer.

For a few days, Rishabh continued to work from home, not wanting to leave Heer alone. Heer kept ignoring him, but Rishabh never stopped taking care of her. A week had passed, and today, just like every day, Rishabh had given Heer her medicines, and she was feeling much better. Rishabh was quietly working on his laptop.

Sensing Heer's fragrance, Rishabh softly said, "Come in, Heer." Heer, who was standing by the door, was shocked. She couldn't understand how Rishabh had known she was there. She slowly took a few steps and entered. Then, in her gentle voice, she said, "Sir, please forgive me, but I can't continue this marriage anymore. I will take care of Shivi, but please give me a divorce." As she said this, tears welled up in her eyes.

Rishabh felt as if someone's life had drained out of him. Coming back to his senses, he asked, "What are you saying? How can you even think like that? Are you going to leave me? And you will leave our Shivi too?"

Heer lowered her head, trying to control her tears, and said, "Sir, I'm not going away from Shivi." She said no more, and just then, Rishabh interrupted, "Do you want to be away from me?"

Chapter : 15 Rishabh's Confession

"Heer, Shivi is not my biological daughter. She was very small when I found her at the orphanage, and she has never been apart from me since then."

Hearing this, Heer's face was filled with shock. She had always assumed that Shivi was Rishabh's biological daughter. Rishabh continued, "I know you love Shivi very much. I also know that you won't forgive me for that night. I understand what a girl's honor means, but I said things about her I shouldn't have, but don't distance yourself from me."

His words were having a deep impact on Heer. She had a hard time controlling herself.

Rishabh moved closer to Heer, holding her by the waist, and placed one hand gently on her cheek, staring deeply into her eyes. Then, with a deep tone in his voice, he said, "I made a mistake. You can punish me, but that doesn't mean you should leave me. Have you never thought about how I would feel? How difficult this is for me?"

Rishabh's words touched Heer's heart deeply. She lowered her head in embarrassment and stood silently. Rishabh, moving closer, touched his forehead to hers, and softly continued, "The world calls me a villain, but you're the only one who sees the divine in me. If I'm your Shiv, then you are my Parvati. If I'm Ram, then you are my Sita. If I'm Krishna, then you are my Radha. If you're not in my life, then the great business tycoon Rishabh Shergill has no existence. I begin with you and end with you. I need nothing but you. I love you, Heer."

As soon as Rishabh spoke these words, tears started flowing from Heer's eyes. She couldn't hold them back and began crying loudly, unable to stop herself.

Rishabh tightened his grip on Heer and kissed both her cheeks one by one. Heer threw a hard punch at him, but what effect could that punch have on Rishabh? He just laughed.

Heer, angry and crying, said, "I can't stay away from you either. I love you so much. But I won't talk to you because you've hurt me deeply."

With a smile, Rishabh replied, "It's okay. I'll make sure to end my wife's anger. I love you, Heer."

For a moment, both of them stood there, lost in the moment.

Within moments, the distance between them began to fade, as emotions, love, and trust intertwined. They had come close before, but at that time, Rishabh was intoxicated. This time, they came close willingly and consciously.

A month later, the atmosphere in the mansion was filled with happiness, as it was Mahashivratri. The house was beautifully decorated with lights and flowers. Shivi was running around, and Heer was chasing her with a plate of food. Meanwhile, Rishabh sat on the sofa, watching his two "princesses" play with a smile.

Suddenly, Heer stopped in her tracks. She sat down on the floor, clutching her stomach. Without wasting a second, Rishabh rushed to her side and asked anxiously, "What happened, wifey?" Tears welled up in Heer's eyes, and she couldn't find the words to speak.

Rishabh immediately called the doctor. Within the next 20 minutes, Heer, the doctor, Rishabh, and Shivi were in the room. The doctor thoroughly examined Heer, but her gaze occasionally shifted to Shivi and Rishabh, who were standing there like innocent children, looking at her with worried eyes.

The doctor took a deep breath and looked at Rishabh, saying, "Mr. Shergill, please take good care of her. She needs plenty of rest."

Rishabh asked anxiously, "What happened? Is everything okay?"

With a smile, the doctor replied, "Mr. Shergill, you're going to be a father."

Rishabh froze in his tracks, unable to process the news for a moment. His happiness knew no bounds. He turned to look at Heer, whose face was glowing with shyness and a smile. Without wasting any time, he stepped forward and hugged both Heer and Shivi tightly.

Chapter : 16 5 Years Ago

Five years later, Rishabh and Heer's life had changed in ways they could never have imagined. The mansion, which was already beautiful, was now filled with even more love and happiness. Their daughter, Shivi, was no longer the innocent little girl she once was; now an energetic and lively 8-year-old, she would run around the house all day, her smile lighting up every corner.

Rishabh, who was once calm and serious, had now become even more protective and loving, especially toward Heer, who had given him the most precious gift of his life—his 4-year-old son, Harsh. Rishabh still remembered the day Heer told him they were going to have another child. It was the happiest moment of his life, and he had vowed to always take care of Heer and their children.

Heer, who used to be a little shy, had now become a confident and loving mother. Despite everything, she always supported Rishabh, even if it meant setting aside her own priorities to take care of their home and family. Their bond had grown even deeper, and they understood each other better than ever.

One sunny afternoon, Rishabh was sitting in the garden, watching Shivi and Harsh play together. Heer joined him, and the two shared a peaceful moment.

"Heer, our lives have changed so much," Heer said softly, resting her head on Rishabh's shoulder with a gentle smile.

Rishabh smiled as he held her hand and said, "I know. But I'm so glad it did. I've been blessed with the most beautiful things in life—my family, my love, and you."

Heer looked at him, smiling. "And you've given me everything I could've ever dreamed of. I'll always love you, Rishabh."

Rishabh added with a heartfelt tone, "And I will always love you, Heer. I pray to Shiv Ji that, whether I go to heaven or not, I find you even after death."

Heer playfully frowned and said, "Why do you say such things? Just stop it."

Rishabh placed a loving kiss on her forehead. In that moment, he realized that their journey was just beginning. Their love was stronger than ever, and nothing in the world could separate them.

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