Mr Husband Work Hard

Pratiksha knows payal secret

"Pratiksha, you should learn to be satisfied; stop trying to climb up any further, or else, I don't know what else Payal and my sister will do to harm you. Don't tell me you want to be covered in wounds," Vikrant said anxiously to Pratiksha's back, "Turn back, stop seeking revenge."

Pratiksha kept walking. The words that were coming out of Vikrant's mouth sounded funny and ridiculous after all the hurtful things he had already done to her.

As she was walking out, Pratiksha turned her head and subconsciously looked at the bin in Vikrant's room. The invite that belonged to her, still sat in the bin - torn to pieces.

Revenge?

"Vikrant, all I want is fairness; I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. Have you ever been fair to me?"

Vikrant's reaction was slow as he tried to follow Pratiksha's gaze. However, Pratiksha had already turned around and all he could see now was the back of her head.

Vikrant wondered whether Pratiksha already knew about the Bright Night Gala.

After leaving Vikrant's room, Pratiksha headed for Rastogi's main entrance. However, Payal couldn't help but parade herself proudly around the building as she stopped Pratiksha at the entrance. She gave a proud and provoking look, "Isn't this India's New Upcoming Model, Pratiksha? She is so popular these days."

"Move," Pratiksha said calmly.

"I've received an invitation from the Bright Night Gala, what about you? Miss New Upcoming Model..." Payal placed her head on Pratiksha's shoulder as she spoke mockingly,

"So what if you shot the Oriental Trend? In the end, aren't you still unwelcome in the modeling world? I'm sure you understand how important the Bright Night Gala is to a model."

Payal pulled out her invitation and flaunted it in front of Pratiksha, "I have it...but you don't. Oh, that's right, not only do you not have an invitation, you don't even have a manager, who's going to discuss your contracts?"

Pratiksha's face remained calm as she stood in place allowing Payal to be as arrogant as she wanted. After Payal finally stopped talking, Pratiksha revealed a slight smile as she used a voice that could only be heard between the two of them, "The judge's bed...is it softer than Vikrant's?"

Payal froze.

"The Bright Night Gala and whether anyone is discussing my contracts for me isn't something you should worry about. You better focus on applying more perfume, to cover up the smell on your body...the smell of cheating is so strong. How long do you think Vikrant will remain blind to it?"

After speaking, Pratiksha watched as a look of guilt crossed Payal's eyes. Afterwards, she let out a laugh as she pushed Payal out of the way and walked out of Rastogi, leaving Payal standing all alone cursing.

Payal's professionalism had remained stagnant for a long time because she spent too much time scheming against others and caring about her own pride. She also spent too much time flirting with Vikrant. Otherwise, after 4-5 years in the industry, how could she still be a B-Grade model and not someone already at the top of their game.

After exiting Rastogi, Sudiksha was waiting for her in the car with a mysterious smile. Pratiksha looked at her curiously as she let out a laugh, "What is it?"

"I'll take you somewhere." After speaking, Sudiksha started the car and drove Pratiksha to India's most expensive downtown area and led her into one of the most expensive branded stores.

"Why did you bring me here?" Pratiksha looked at the open display afraid she would be seen by fans.

"Buying your battle gear..."

A deep voice, not Sudiksha's, resounded from the VIP area. It was Moksh, who had been waiting for a while. He was wearing a dark blue suit which wrapped around his alluring body. He took confident and poised steps towards her with a bold and seductive smile; he looked like an emperor from a painting.

"Moksh..."

"The Bright Night Gala, Rastogi does not want you to attend, but I intend on making you the center of attention," Moksh walked around and hugged her from behind to draw attention to her perfect curves. She owned a pair of beautiful slender legs, that even the gods would be envious of.

Sudiksha knowingly retreated from the store, allowing the couple to be affectionate. Pratiksha could feel the warmth from his body as she asked, "Aren't you busy at work?"

"No matter how busy I am, I can't forget to care about you..." Moksh whispered into Pratiksha's ear as he gently rubbed her earlobe between his lips, "Did I tell you...I am the Bright Night Gala's special guest?"

Pratiksha was stunned for a moment before calming down again. Khuranas won so many awards, of course Moksh would attend.

"This will be the first time since we got married, that we will share a stage , so this opportunity is very important to me."

"The reason I brought you to this particular store, is because they have a high degree of confidentiality. Also, they have just released a series of couple designs. In the entire world, there is only one of each."

After hearing this, Pratiksha finally understood Moksh's intention. He wanted them to wear clothes from the same series and wear matching jewelry that only they knew about. Even though they couldn't announce their relationship...

...he wanted her to know: no matter what position he was in and where he was, in the end, they were husband and wife...

...and she was the only person that could be by his side.

Even if people couldn't tell their clothes were from the same series, knowing the logo inside was the same...

...Pratiksha felt safe and warm. Most importantly, it symbolized they were in this together.

"From the sounds of it, you've already selected something?" Pratiksha's heart felt warm; she was surprised that Moksh's thoughtfulness would go to this extent. She had no doubt Moksh already prepared everything.

"Follow me," Moksh grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the change room. Behind the partition, she could see the dress on the mannequin's body; her eye's looked stunned.

"Go try it on."

Pratiksha held back the burn in her throat as she entered the change room. Her hands trembled as she removed the dress from the mannequin. She had been a model for so many years and worn so many clothes, yet...this was the first time a piece of clothing had ever made her feel like crying.

This was a champagne colored mermaid dress with transparent shoulders. The cutting was just right, making Pratiksha's body look even more slender and perfect. The body of the dress didn't use the usual crystals, instead, it was embellished in bright and elegant pearls. On her body, it appeared soft and graceful; she looked like she had come straight out of a painting.

Pratiksha stood speechless in front of the huge mirror; her heart pounded harder and harder...

...until Moksh changed into his suit and stepped out behind her.

At this moment, Moksh was wearing a grey retro handmade suit with a leopard-print tie. Out of his front pocket sat a matching handkerchief; he looked poised like an English gentleman. In fact, he looked even more calm and confident than an aristocrat.

Pratiksha looked at the couple in the mirror as she grabbed onto Moksh's hand, "We look like the perfect couple, what should we do if someone figures it out?"