𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞

𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

"Miss Savi Virat Chavan it's your turn." the blonde woman told her in her robotic voice.

She cringed whenever she was called by her full name. She really wondered why it always triggered her.

She got up clutching her bag tightly. Sweat beads were glistering on her forehead though, she tried her guts out to act normal but his name is itself enough to bring someone's confidence on his/her knees.

She straightened her pencil skirt and moved towards the large glass door in the end of the isolated corridor.

"May I come in Sir?" she timidly knocked at the door. Her confidence dropped into her stomach.

"Come in Miss Chavan." she heard a manly voice which resulted her body hair stood at the end.

Taking a deep breath, she entered inside. Her stomach churned when her eyes found the most handsome man alive sitting in front of her.

His captivating stormy grey eyes and firm thin lips were perfectly sculptured by the Greek Gods.

"You may sit." he said folding his both hands on the wooden table.

She sat on the opposite side of the large rectangular table.

"You're late Miss." his tone turned stiff. Displeasure was perfectly visible on his perfectly carved face.

"What?" her eyes quickly snapped to her wrist watch but the next moment she frowned.

"Its just two minutes Mr. Bhosle." she frowned at him.

"For me you are and I hate people who do not respect the value of time." he gritted his teeth. Veins popped under his ears.

"Sorry Sir." she could only apologize as this was the job she must grab to support her family or the day was not far when they would be on road.

"So you want this job right?" he questioned while he leaned back on his chair.

"Yes Sir." she felt embarrassed but he was the owner of the multinational company. The name of the company is itself an honour to work in.

"Miss Savi you are still a university fresher with no practical experience in this field, so I can't hire you as an employee. It's Bhosle Enterprises remember. It's reputation can put on stack." he breathed coldly scanning her records.

Her heart sank to her stomach. Only she knows what this job meant to her but his decision was final.

"It's okay Sir thank you for giving your time to me." she spoke hiding her tears and was about to get up when he signalled her to sit.

"Miss Chavan though I can not give you the job but I have a better offer for you. I hope you won't say no to it." a smirk appeared on his face. His expression was indecipherable.

"What do I have to do Sir." she masked her curiosity with confusion yet she was happy from inside but little did she know what was coming next.

"Miss you have to marry me and provide me an heir within a year of our marriage." he spoke with the cunningness of a wolf.

She yanked her eyes at him but in the next moment they blazed with fire. She immediately got up from her place.

She looked down not dare to meet his dark eyes. His eyes ranked on her.

She clearly saw a vicious smirk playing on his face but her eyes zoomed in his dark yet mystical orbs.

"Sorry Mr. I need this job but not on the cost of selling my dignity and pride. How dare you to ask me something like this shit." she gritted her teeth.

Instead of reacting to her report, he smiled like a devil in his darkest shade and stood up.

He reached upto her in predatory steps with his hands inserted in his pants' pockets. He leaned on the table.

"Sweetheart, just think again about your family. Maybe tonight they will be shivering in the snowy winter street of Pune. You can save the roof on their head." his words made her image the worst nightmare of her life.

"You have ten minutes to decide, Honey." he whispered into her ear and walked out of the room. Leaving her to battle with her love for her family and her SELF PRIDE.

Famous ruthless businessman Ishaan Bhosale was compelled to marry and produce an heir for the empire his grandfather built and he natured. And for this purpose he forced Savi Chavan to marry him.