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Ananya never imagined her life would take such a turn.
As a disciplined and hardworking personal assistant, she had always kept her world simple-files, schedules, and coffee orders. Working under Saransh Singh Rathore, a young and sharp CEO known for his cold demeanor, was already challenging enough. He was strict, distant, and allergic to unnecessary emotions.
To her, he was just her boss.
To him, she was just efficient.
Until the contract.
One evening, Saransh called her into his office-not for work, but for something far more unexpected.
"I need a wife," he said calmly, as if asking for a file.
Ananya blinked, thinking it was a joke. It wasn't.
A family condition tied to his inheritance required him to be married within a month. Love wasn't an option for him-he didn't believe in it. He needed someone trustworthy, someone who understood boundaries, and someone who wouldn't complicate things.
He chose her.
The offer was simple: a contractual marriage for one year. Clear terms. No emotions. No interference in each other's personal lives. In return, financial security and a promotion.
It sounded absurd.
But Ananya had her own reasons-family debts, responsibilities, and limited choices. After a long night of thinking, she signed the agreement.
Two strangers became husband and wife on paper.