Mr Husband Work Hard

Payal wants revenge

"Oh...you don't want to get married? Then we won't do it..." Pratiksha smiled, "Let's wait until you are no longer busy, we can talk about it later."

Like this, Vikrant was flustered. He reached out his hand and placed it overbearingly onto Pratiksha's shoulder. With an angry look in his eyes, he asked, "Do you not love me anymore?"

"What about you? Do you love me?"

Pratiksha carefully slipped out of Vikrant's grasp; she had promised Moksh she wasn't going to have physical contact with another man.

Vikrant was stunned. He opened his mouth, but no words came out, because, towards Pratiksha, he had never had any feelings - he was only using her. He slowly relaxed his hands,

"We are already at the stage of getting married, why would you question our love? You will become my wife soon, can't you think on my behalf? It wasn't easy for Payal to be nominated for the Top Ten Model Awards. Pratiksha, I'm just annoyed that you can't be more understanding."

Pratiksha slowly distanced herself from Vikrant. She remained composed, "Then from now on, you may have to get used to how I am now."

After their conversation, Pratiksha left Vikrant standing there alone as she left the building.

Vikrant was puzzled, he didn't understand why Pratiksha's attitude had changed so much. But, after careful thought, he assumed she was still jealous of him and Payal.

However, he didn't have the energy to coax her. After all, Payal was still in need of comfort and Pratiksha had never been one to make others worry. After her anger subsides, things will most likely go back to normal.

She's always been so useless, without any temper to even stick up for herself.

Pratiksha knew Vikrant wasn't going to chase after her - her heart had already given up on him. Instead, she was quickly hurrying home to see Moksh. At the thought of Moksh, Pratiksha's heart felt like it was suddenly lit up by a bright light.

"Pratiksha, I'll take you home first so you can recharge your batteries. Tomorrow, we will be signing a contract for you to shoot on location," Sudiksha said happily to Pratiksha.

" Sudiksha, cancel the lease on your home and move over to my old home. Give my home a bit of life. You can change the locks as well. If Vikrant asks, just say you have moved over to take care of me and it is no longer convenient for him to have the keys," Pratiksha suggested. "Tomorrow, I will sign a new contract with you."

"OK...works for me, this way I can save some money." After their conversation, Sudiksha looked at Pratiksha with an ambiguous smile, "The mighty president of Khurana Entertainment, how is he in that aspect?"

"Don't be so nosy, ok?" Pratiksha replied, staring into Sudiksha's eyes.

After returning home, Pratiksha had a lot of free time since Moksh was still out for the day. She headed for the kitchen and found the servants cooking. Lifting up her sleeves, she offered, "Let me help!"

"Madam, how could we trouble you?" The chef in charge of the meals was a middle-aged woman over 40. She liked Pratiksha as she gave off a peaceful vibe.

"How about this, you rest for the day and allow me to cook for Moksh tonight." Pratiksha led the chef out of the kitchen.

By the time Moksh arrived home, it was already late at night. However, as soon as he entered the house, the first thing he did was look for Pratiksha. Wearing an apron and standing in the kitchen barefooted, Moksh found Pratiksha concentrated on cooking. Moksh was surprised as he stared at her quietly. He was immediately attracted by her long slender legs. He walked straight over to her and hugged her from behind as he gently kissed her on the ear.

"President Khurana , don't fool around, I'm cooking fish..."

Moksh reached over and turned off the stove. Lifting her chin, he went directly for her lips, "But, right now, I just want to eat you up..."

Pratiksha put down the kitchen utensils in her hands and turned around to hug Moksh, clumsily returning his kiss. His soft touch captivated her and as she noticed the charming mole on his ear she became completely infatuated.

Moksh's kisses were intermittent but gentle, inching slowly down her body, eventually returning to her collarbone where he stopped, "Any lower...and I won't be able to control myself."

"Fish...I need to finish cooking the fish." Pratiksha pulled away from Moksh's lips, once again lighting up the stove, finishing off what she had started. Moksh chuckled and reached his hand out to pat Pratiksha's head as he admired her creation.

"Let me help you."

"Can President Khurana cook?" Pratiksha asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Today, I'll allow this. But, from now on, no more entering the kitchen. I don't want you to get hurt."

Moksh was protective of Pratiksha, especially her legs, inside he was even considering buying insurance for them.

"So controlling..." Pratiksha commented, but, deep down she understood it was because he cared.

The married couple prepared dinner quietly - it turned out, they were both great chefs. Pratiksha cooked Moksh's favourite dish, while Moksh cooked Pratiksha's favourite dish. Without difficulty, the dining table was soon filled with a satisfying feast.

In perfect sync, the couple looked at the dining table amazed. After all, enjoying life like this couldn't be done by just anyone.

"Tomorrow, I might have to go to Hyderabad for a photo shoot. I most likely won't be able to return home," Pratiksha reported to Moksh honestly.

"Aren't you signing the contract tomorrow? Will you be leaving straight away in the afternoon?"

"Uh huh, Silicon Jewellery's new product launch is urgent," Pratiksha nodded. "Moksh, give me a bit more time. I will definitely rise to a position you are proud of."

"I've never doubted you." Moksh placed some food in Pratiksha's plate. Their eyes met, both looking at each other admiringly.

Of course, Moksh was most looking forward to seeing Pratiksha slowly advance and how miserable Vikrant and Payal would be.

...

After a windy night, it started to shower lightly.

Upon returning to Vikrant's home, Payal grabbed everything she could and threw it on the ground, breaking them into pieces. Especially when she thought of Pratiksha signing the contract tomorrow, her heart could not accept it. Worst of all, Vikrant had actually helped Pratiksha - this was the most unbearable thing for her.

Vikrant threw open the door to find a shocking scene in front of him. He spotted Payal standing with a vase in her hands. Immediately, he ran over and embraced Payal in a hug, "Don't be so upset, it's not good for the baby."

"I'm surprised you know it's bad for the baby, even though you just watched as Pratiksha stole my deal."

"We still have plenty of chances. I'm already working on securing an even bigger collaboration. Stop paying attention to Pratiksha. Even if she was to become spokesperson, what would come of it?" Vikrant continuously patted Payal on the shoulder, "Babe, listen to me, don't hurt yourself."

"Even if you do this, I'm still not convinced." Payal raised her head with tears in her eyes, "She's held on to you for so many years, I will definitely not allow her to have what she wants."

In reality, she had already ordered her assistant to create a commotion among her fans and she was already seeing results. Her fans had already started discussions about tearing down Pratiksha and were throwing insults at her.

If she was to lose, she wasn't going to allow Pratiksha to win.

Most importantly, she ordered her assistant to post up the details of Pratiksha's schedule tomorrow, giving anti-fans the opportunity to cause trouble to Pratiksha.

Does Pratiksha really think it's so easy to be a spokesperson? Tomorrow, she will become the airport's number one shameful and stupid model.