"Will you marry my Disabled son?"
"Oh! Fuck No! I am a straight guy, I cant marry another man"
"I will pay you 10 million dollars for it💰💰💲"
"Do you want me to wear a Lehanga or saree at my wedding?"
It was a simple choice for Ishan, a financiall...
Ishan walked outside, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The clock showed 3 PM; he had slept for four hours. Wondering why his mother hadn't woken him for lunch, he approached the group of people standing outside his house.
"Ishan Chaudhary, we came to meet you!" his manager, Santosh, exclaimed.
Ishan's gaze fell upon the five Rolls-Royces parked outside, and his thoughts wandered. "If this motherfucker is this rich, why is he working in that shitty company for so long?"
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His reverie was broken when Santosh rushed to one of the cars and opened the door. Ishan's eyes widened as he saw the old man he had saved the previous night.
"Can we come inside?" the old man asked politely.
"Please, do," Ishan replied, still marveling at the luxurious cars.
"Sorry about the ID card. I heard you had some trouble today because of that," the old man said, casting a sideways glance at Santosh.
"No, sir, actually, he had burned hands, so I suggested he take a paid leave," Santosh stuttered, his eyes pleading with Ishan not to contradict him.
'Clever bastard, saving his own ass first,' Ishan thought before responding, "Yes, Santosh sir suggested I take leave. By the way, how is Driver Kaka who was with you? And you, old man, how are you?"
"Ishan, behave yourself... Do you know who he is? He is—"
Santosh's attempt to introduce the old man was silenced by a raised finger.
"Santosh, I think your job here is done," the old man instructed his bodyguard to escort Santosh out.
He continued, "Yes, both Murari and I are fine. He had some burns, but he's being treated in the hospital. His family gave their thanks to you."
"So, what brought you here then?" Ishan asked, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Do you want to reward me or something?"
The bodyguards were on alert, surprised by Ishan's nonchalance in the presence of the old man, unaware of his identity.
"I want to make an offer to you," the old man said, his expression stern. "Would you like to be part of my family?"
Ishan's mind began to wander. "Is he going to offer his daughter's hand to me? Am I finally going to get a wife, too—a rich girl? Bye-bye, Virginity, my little Ishan down there will finally get what he deserves."
"I want you... to marry my son," the old man stated.
"Ye- Wait what??", Ishan's eyes widened in shock. "You want me to marry your son? Are you out of your Goddamn mind, old man?" he exclaimed.
The bodyguards stepped forward, but the old man's hand gesture halted them.
"Please, hear me out," the old man said, his expression unyielding. "My son needs someone with your courage and selflessness."
Ishan's eyes scanned the room, searching for his family. "Thank God my parents didn't hear anything. They already think I'm gay for not having a girlfriend," he muttered to himself.
He walked into the kitchen, calling out, "Maa... Where are you?" But there was no response.
Panic began to set in as his bedridden father was also nowhere to be found.
Ishan's heart raced. 'Where could they be? Did they go out? Why didn't they tell me?'
He rushed back to the living room, his voice laced with worry. "Where are my parents? I need to find them."
The old man's expression remained calm.
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Ishan's eyes locked onto the old man, accusation simmering.
"What did you do to them?" he demanded, striding toward him, but the armed guards intervened.
"Your father is being treated at Umang Hospital," the old man replied calmly. "The doctors have started his chemotherapy."
Ishan's eyes widened in shock. "That's the most expensive hospital in the state... how did he get there?"
The old man smiled, his eyes twinkling. "The hospital is named after my late wife, Umang Raichand. I should finally introduce myself. I am Harivansh Raichand, owner of the Umang Hospital chain."
Ishan's jaw dropped. "One of Asia's richest men is sitting in my house?! Who are you old ma- sir?" He corrected himself.
Harivansh chuckled, a deep, rumbling laugh. "Haha, no need to change your attitude towards me, young man. It's your heart that won me over."
Ishan's face twisted in discomfort. "That's really great of you, sir... but I'm a straight guy, I can't marry a man." He blurted it out, his face flushing.
The room fell silent. Harivansh's laughter filled the room again, this time louder. "Oh, this young man!"
Ishan's inner monologue screamed, "Why did I just say that?! What's wrong with me?!"
Harivansh's amusement slowly subsided. "Your honesty is what makes you perfect for the role," he said, his expression serious.
Ishan's confusion deepened. "But, sir, I don't understand... What role?"
"If you'd like, we can discuss this further while visiting your father. Your brother and mother are also there," Harivansh offered.
Ishan hesitated, uncertainty warring with curiosity.
"But, sir, how much does it cost to get my father admitted to that hospital? I'll pay you in installments."
Harivansh's expression softened. "Your father's treatment is already taken care of, Ishan. Consider it as thank you from my side. Your father will continue to get the treatment regardless of your answer. Now shall we go"
Ishan's eyes narrowed, weighing the old man's words.
"Okay..." Ishan replied, still reeling from the sudden turn of events.
