My Heartless Knight

Part 4

I don't even know what I have just agreed for. But still here I am, sitting in my boss's cabin, waiting to sign some papers that he wants me to before lending me the money for my father's operation. I have never found myself this much helpless. I am going to do something against my morals but I don't have any other option.

It was last night when I heard a scream from my parents room. When I reached there, I found my father on the floor, unconscious, and my mother was crying beside him. We immediately rushed him to a local government hospital where the doctor declared him to be under a cardiac arrest and suggested to shift him to a hospital in Lucknow.

With so much difficulties we shifted him in the Lucknow City Hospital but after few hours of his treatment there we got the biggest shock of our lives. The doctors told us that my father's contion is very critical and to save his life they have to operate him.  A heart surgery that would cost twenty lacks. We have tried all possible ways, knocked every door of our relatives to gather the money but couldn't find any luck.
Then came Priya di's call, who was aware of my father's weak condition, informing me that being an AR employ I could apply for an instant loan from the company.
Therefore, not seeing any other option I opted for this one.

"Sir the papers are ready" enters a man, holding a blue folder in his hand.

"Good. Give it to miss Gupta" came a strict voice from the man sitting infront of me.

"Read these papers carefully and sign them" he commands while offering me a pen.

"What these papers are?" I asked, confusedly.

"It's a contract. It states that you, Miss Khushi Gupta, will work as a model for AR designs for three years and during this period neither you could marry or become pregnant. There are some more clauses, so I suggest you to read it," his words shook me a little.

What type of agreement is this? Which company stops it's employs to get married?
But it shouldn't be a matter to me. It's not that I was planning to marry any soon, I have my family's responsibility.

Reading each and every line of the contract, I signed the papers.

"Congrats! You are officially an AR model now. And, here is the money you asked for" he handed me a cheque of twenty lakhs.

Happy tears glitter in my eyes when I see that small piece of paper which could save my father's life.

"Thank you, Sir" I expressed my gratitude towards him.

"Call me ASR" he said, giving me an intense look.

I have noticed him watching me, time to time, in these thirty minutes of our meet. But his glances are not like those cheap ones which my village's boys passes on me.
It's intense, as if penetrating me. 

I keeps the cheque, securely, in my bag and hurriedly makes my way out of the building to reach the hospital, as soon as possible.

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It's been a week after my father's operation which went successful. He is recovering now. The hospital doctors and nurses are taking good care of him.
I was going to buy some medicines for him when a shrill ringing of my old CDMA phone made me hault in my tracks. I fishes out my phone and found a private number flashing on the screen.

"Hello!" I spoke recieving the call.

"Hello Miss. Gupta" a familiar voice greeted back.

"ASR Sir!"

"Yeah it's me. How is your father now?"

"He is doing great. Operation went successful and he is recovering now. Thank you again for the help.