My Billionaire Master: How I Ended Up Marrying A Disabled CEO

Meeting with Future Husband

As Ishan trailed behind Sandhya, his gaze inadvertently lingered on her captivating presence. Her tailored attire accentuated curves: rounded hips, toned waist and voluptuous contours.

Cascading wavy hair framed piercing dark eyes, while radiant caramel-hued skin illuminated her confident stride.

With every step, Sandhya's voluptuous figure mesmerized Ishan. Her tailored skirt hugged curves, emphasizing hips that seductively swayed, hypnotizing him

'Damn! She looks so stunning. What is that old man thinking, asking me to be his daughter in law when he already has this bombshell women as his secretary.' Ishan thought.

As Ishan stepped into Hotel Grand Paradise, he was mesmerized by opulence. Majestic crystal chandeliers illuminated the entrance, reflecting off polished silver accents and gleaming marble floors.

"This is definitely rich people's paradise," Ishan marveled, mesmerized by piano melodies and exotic aquarium views.

Sandhya Sharma smiled graciously. "Mr. Chaudhary, please, have a seat. Mr. Raichand will arrive shortly. Can I interest you with something refreshing?"

"Thank you, Ma'am. You're incredibly kind. Please, join me," Ishan insisted.

Sandhya was taken aback by Ishan words, non one called her ma'am or asked her to sit down.

Sandhya hesitated, "Few address me as 'ma'am'...or invite me to sit.", she replied, flustered

"I appreciate professionalism, but I really need someone to help me with this weird menu" Ishan explained.

Sandhya sat, composed. "Of course, Mr. Chaudhary."

As Ishan's fingers grasped the sleek menu, his gaze traversed the culinary offerings. Suddenly, his eyes dilated.

"Holy Fuck!" he muttered, stunned. "2,100 rupees...for a simple virgin mojito?"

Sandhya chuckled, "well Mr chaudhary, Rich clientele justify prices. Luxury attracts exclusivity."

"So you are telling me I can earn millions simply by selling my home made Nimboo pani", Ishan said which made Sandhya laugh out loud.

Sandhya laughed. "I'd love to taste your version, Mr. Chaudhary."

Sandhya and Ishan's conversation flowed effortlessly until Harivansh Raichand arrived, commanding attention.

Beside him, a mysterious figure glided silently in a futuristic, robotic wheelchair.

Sandhya jumped up, flustered, her eyes darting nervously between Ishan and Raichand.

"Sir... I am sorry I - " she stuttered.

Aryan rolled closer, imposing and statuesque, navigated his sleek wheelchair with ease. Chiseled features, reminiscent of Greek sculpture, complemented his neatly trimmed beard.

Broad-shouldered and towering, he would effortlessly surpass six feet standing.

He said with eyebrow raised. "Sandhya, you're unusually friendly. Never saw you sit with anyone else before. What's behind this warm welcome? "

"Great, my future husband's a massive asshole"

Harivansh sat, offering Ishan a firm handshake. "Hi Ishan, I am glad you agreed for my offer. Shall we discuss in detail?"

Ishan looked up at Sandhya, who was embarrassed by the remarks made by Aryan, Ishan wanted to reply to Aryan with a smart remark but decided against it for now.

"So Ishan, let me introduce you to my son", Harivansh proudly placed his hand on Aryan's shoulder,"He used to handle all my company as CEO, He joined my business 10 years ago after completing his MBA from Stanford".

Ishan looked at Aryan and saw his face being raddened by his fathers praise.

Harivansh Continued praising his son like every Indian parent does, "and He made my fortune 4 times bigger in the last decade".

"Until I drove my Car into a pole and fucked up my entire body", Aryan interrupted his father.

"I am sorry to hear that", Ishan felt awkward not knowing what to say, "But Istill don't understand why I have to marry Aryan".

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY??",Aryan shouted, his voice ranged in entire Restaurant,"Dad, why would I marry a Guy. Do you think I am fucking Fa***t?"

"Wait you are not gay??", Ishan said confused by the whole event.

"No.. Fuck NO", Aryan composed himself, "Look, I don't have anything against you Gay guys but I don't swing that way"

"Dude even I am not gay. It's your father who made me agree to this because he paid for my fathers surgery", Ishan said.

Sandhya giggled, quickly covering her mouth.

"Ishan, I told you it was to repay you for your bravery, and you don't have to do anything", Harivansh continued

"It's because of the Board of members. Ever since the accident 6 months ago Aryan is not able to use any body part below his neck beside a few fingers, and the board of directors don't want him to carry on as CEO due to his condition"

"They think I lost my mind just like I lost my legs and now I cant lead my company", Aryan added, he looked at his father and asked, "But what does it have to do with marry a guy"

'I am glad at least he can see the fucking irony here' Ishan thought to himself.'

Harivansh sighed deeply, worry etched on his face. "Board member Atul Oberoi vehemently opposes Aryan's continued leadership, citing his disability as inadequate."

Aryan's eyes narrowed, resentment simmering. "That asshole Atul's prejudice knows no bounds."

Harivansh placed reassuring hands on Aryan's shoulders. "To secure your future, your wife will oversee company operations, ensuring stability."

Ishan exchanged skeptical glances with Aryan.

"But Why approach me?", Ishan frowned, confusion deepening . " Why not a capable woman?"

Harivansh hesitated, choosing words carefully. "I fear women, driven by ambition, would manipulate Aryan, seize control and abandon him. Emotional attachment would cloud judgment."

Ishan countered firmly, " And what guarantees I won't exploit this situation? You seem to trust people too fast Old man"

"When you jumped in the burning car to save me without thinking of anything" Harivansh eyes sparkled "'and then you ran back to save Murli my driver without considering his life inferior to mine. This tells me that you have a heart of gold and wont abandon my son".

Aryan's voice filled with emotion. "You the guy who saved Dad and Murli kaka? I owe you big time man."

Ishan thought, amazed, "A wealthy, supposedly spoiled man acknowledges his driver's humanity...maybe I judged him too early."

Ishan's eyes widened. "10 million rupees? That's generous!"

Aryan chuckled. "Dad means 10 million dollars-around 80 crore rupees."

"80 crore?! ", Ishan's jaw dropped. "You're serious?"

Aryan nodded, smiling.

"80 crore for playing dress up for a year? Count me in! Deal!"

Aryan nodded. "I'll tolerate pretend marriage, but no kissing, dude."

Ishan chuckled. "Don't worry, no kissing."

"Thank God.", Harivansh sighed, relieved "Shall we dine I am famished"