Nandini's Fortune Hunter: Curvy Girl Romance( Published on Amazon kindle)

Prologue

"I won't do it!" I yelled, beating my hand on my Mother's desk.

My Mother had just summoned me to her room and said she had some vital news to share. I assumed she would finally tell me she had set up Naina, my older sister, for marriage. Recently, I've been working nonstop to support my family financially and comfortably.

"Mother, how can you set up my wedding? Many obligations are on my plate, and I'm still working nonstop." I cried at her, "Come on, Mother, you cannot force me!"

My family came first. I worked extremely hard after college, caring for my Mother and sisters. I never wanted to experience poverty again. I didn't even engage in relationships or flings during that time. However, choosing to be married must be our decision, and I haven't even met the girl. How could she possibly accept that I would marry her in that manner?

"Rudra Rathore, I'm doing this for your good. We have suffered and battled with poverty all these years, and now I don't want to leave this golden ticket." Looking stern as usual, my Mother said.

I remarked, looking agitated, "Mother, don't start with emotional stuff again; I desert those things."

My Mother continued, "Get ready; they will be coming soon, and Beta (Child), you know them already," I puzzled turned to face her.

"Who?" I pressed her.

I was astonished to hear her say, "Your boss, Mr. Rajsinghania's granddaughter."

I've been employed by Rajsinghania's for a while. I worked my way up from the bottom and am now the general manager of his company, which is a privileged position. The senior Rajsinghania is knowledgeable and brilliant, but lately, he has not shown up to work as often because of his advanced age. I've never met his granddaughter, which till today I didn't know he had.

"Does he have a family?" I quizzed her.

"Yes, the secret is that his son wed a lowly girl, and they fled together. When Ravi Rajsinghania's sole son passed away, he cared for his daughter-in-law and grandchildren despite spending many years without speaking to his son, Vijay." My Mother stated that his son had two daughters.

"Rudra, this girl will be your golden ticket; if you agree to marry her, he will transfer half of his business to your name. You will never be poor, Rudra; consider it, and you can pursue other interests outside. Being wealthy gives you advantages in other areas. Consider it," my mum adds with a wry smile.

I sat down and thought about it. Until yesterday, I had been working nonstop and taking no days off to earn more and more money. Now that my Mother had told me this unusual news, I would not let slip away. The day has finally come when all my dreams will come true, and I won't ever have to ask anyone for anything.

I said, "Mother, I'm ready," she grinned.

The house was thoroughly cleaned quickly. I wore my best outfit, and the family showed up by the evening. Ravi Rajsinghania, my boss, stepped out of his car and grinned at me. I invited him inside. My boss turned around and unlocked the backseat car door, an overweight girl emerged from the vehicle and started looking around while wearing a too-big hoodie and a pair of baggy jeans. She is a plain girl with her hair in an untidy bun and barely any makeup on her face. She suddenly turned her dark chocolate eyes to me, and I couldn't help but notice that they were a little puffy and red.

My Mother approached her and hugged her; she returned the favor. Does my mum genuinely want me to marry this woman? Does she think that she will make me a happy family man? She must be entirely out of her mind if she is doing it. For me, she is too plain and fat. Although I'm not handsome, I'm an ordinary man with a good IQ. Therefore, this chick will never be able to compare to me.

She is overweight and plain; she is not the girl I had imagined marrying. She is not something that has to be remembered. I would not have given her a second thought if we had been passing by. What will the future hold if I marry her? She is not the right fit for me; thus, I cannot picture my future with her.

My Mother persuaded The Rajsinghania family to sit down with us and drink tea. My Mother told him that I consented to marry her pleased Mr. Rajsinghania.

"Mrs. Rathore, we can schedule the wedding next week. I've always liked Rudra. He is not an emotional wreck but a realist man." Mr. Rajsinghania pats my back and smiles, "I'm sure he'll take my company to new heights."

"Yes, Mr. Rajsinghania." My Mother responds, "We are thrilled with this marriage as well," and my fear fills my body. This creature is not someone I want to get married to. She didn't look up once while we were all talking, which made me question if she was also mute. They ate and then departed.

"Mother, I'm not getting married to that creature. You looked at her, right? I'll be made fun of," I warned.

"Listen, Rudra, I agree that she is not the girl I would want my son to marry; she is too ugly and obese for you and devoid of social graces. On the plus side, however, you will be the only heir to the Rajsinghania's business after the Old Rajsinghania passes away. Take advantage of the chance, get married, and then you may do whatever you want with the girl. "My mother stated, "She'll be a quiet moose at home so that you can watch out for distraction," and I was unsure what to do. Marriage to her won't be simple; that much is inevitable, but then I realized that I don't even know her name while I was thinking about this disaster.

It didn't take long for my Mother to arrange for my marriage to that woman one week later. My Mother, older sister Naina, and younger sister Sia joined me as we stood outside the court. My Sisters were both unhappy about my marriage, but I only saw it as a chance to achieve the status I had always dreamed of. My mum was over the moon.

My future wife and her grandfather entered the room. I looked up and noticed them. We didn't want a lavish wedding to raise a fuss; they weren't bothered either. My sisters loathed that girl and were not enthusiastic about this union. They believed she didn't deserve me.

Nandini was her name. She approaches me as I'm thinking about her. She is wearing a plain blue saree, no jewelry, her hair up, and a pale appearance. I am forced to spend an unknown amount of time with this chick, who has nothing to attract me. I turn to face the judge as he begins to speak. After exchanging rings and signing our names briefly, I was legally bound to this woman. My Mother made me wrap the wedding chain around her. After all the discussions, everyone shook hands. We brought the girl along. I didn't bother to ask her anything as she sat in the car the entire time with her head down.

We moved from a two-bedroom flat to this enormous home that her grandfather gave us as the first of many gifts. It had six rooms and was considerable. My mum was overjoyed. We arrived at our new residence. We performed all the customs associated with marriage, after which I entered my recent study and sat at the bar. Being finally wealthy felt too lovely to be true.

I heard a knock, and she started to approach me.

"What?" I inquire agitatedly.

"I was going to make something, and I thought I should ask you if you want anything to eat," she said. She asks cutely and innocently, which irritated me.

"This is something I'll only say once. I have no interest in you; our elders have planned for our marriage. Despite the fact that I don't want to interact with you, we will stay in separate rooms and consummate our marriage because it is necessary." I tell her, and she looks down, "I will only come to you when we need sex, so you don't expect anything from this marriage."

"But Rudra." She continued, which upset me even more, "If we are going to spend our lives together, don't you think we need to try a little to make it work?" She jerked when I dropped the souvenir to the ground.

"Get out of my study immediately," I shouted.

She gave me a pained look with her brown, chocolate eyes. I felt awful for being so harsh, but I brushed it aside because this was just one more hoop I had to jump through for my Mother; this girl meant nothing to me. I take a breath and wonder how long this marriage of convenience will last as she turns to leave the room.