Mr Husband Work Hard

Insurance of 100 million

After dinner Moksh lead Pratiksha to the living area of the manor. When they arrived, there were already a few American men sitting inside waiting for them.

Pratiksha did not understand what Moksh wanted to do, but Moksh gently comforted her, "No need to be nervous."

Not long after, the American man in charge stepped forward and started chatting to Moksh. It was at this time that Pratiksha overheard their conversation and finally understood what was going on – Moksh wanted to purchase insurance for her legs.

It wasn't unusual for famous people to insure parts of their body, but...they mostly did it to create attention, so Pratiksha quickly grabbed onto Moksh, "Moksh...I don't..."

"Don't overthink it. Your legs need protecting because they are the most beautiful legs I've ever seen on the modeling stage..."

"But..." Pratiksha was still unsure.

"Listen to me," Moksh nudged her towards the valuer. "You never let me do anything for you. Are you going to deny me the right to buy you insurance as well?"

Pratiksha couldn't refuse. Even though her legs were beautiful, at the moment she wasn't very famous, so she assumed the cost wouldn't be too high. With this in mind, Pratiksha gave up resisting and let the valuer do his job.

However...before the valuer could give a quote, Moksh stepped in to say, "No matter what the final estimated value is, I want to increase the insured amount by ten times."

If that's the case...

...then that would be over 100 million dollars!

Standing quietly to one side, Nancy and Sudiksha were in shock over what they were witnessing. Most importantly, Moksh wasn't doing this to create attention, he was merely helping Pratiksha secure a guarantee. The final benefactor of this insurance would be Pratiksha; from now on, no matter what happened to her legs, she would be covered by insurance.

Moksh really spoilt Pratiksha!

Pratiksha was quiet the entire time, a million thoughts were running through her mind. However, Moksh placed his arm around her shoulder and said, "This complex industry is chaotic and unsafe; I can't guarantee that 10 or 20 years from now, Khurana Entertainment will still be as successful. So, I want to do all that I can to give you peace of mind. I want the path ahead of you to be protected."

"Then, why don't you also buy one for yourself?" A tear slowly snuck its way out of Pratiksha's eye.

Moksh leaned over and chuckled into Pratiksha's ear, "Because I don't have beautiful legs like yours..."

In that moment, under the beautifully lit room, Pratiksha only had Moksh in her eyes – the Moksh that did things for her without expecting anything in return. She had originally married him with a motive, but he never minded, instead he gave her faith that he loved her wholeheartedly.

"Because of what you've done, do you know how many promises I am making to myself?"

"Huh?"

"I've promised myself to never leave this man, unless I die," Pratiksha responded in seriousness.

Moksh laughed with his usual poise and charm. As long as it was something he found worth it, he would be willing to give up anything without regrets – Pratiksha was the first person that made him do things without asking anything in return...

Such was life: one person trampled over her heart, while another treated her like treasure. That's why no one should ever be broken-hearted over a jerk; as long as one is persistent, there will always be someone better out there who is willing to give them the warmth they wish for.

"Pratiksha is now precious..." Sudiksha whispered quietly to Nancy.

"She's insured for over 100 million dollars...that's enough to buy Rastogi outright."

"You don't know how tempted I am to thank Vikrant the jerk, for sparing our Pratiksha from marrying him," Sudiksha winked at Nancy. "I want to see him hug that shameless B-grade model and get out of our sight, as far as possible..."

"Never would Vikrant imagine, while he is using all his brain power to think of ways to go against Pratiksha, there is someone who is willing to invest 100 million dollars on insurance for her."

...

Indeed, as the Secret shoot was fast approaching, Vikrant was endlessly contacting the Indian media – trying to give Payal as much exposure as possible. He released statements about Payal being better than so-and-so and Payal completely out-shining so-and-so, making her exposure inflate dramatically.

In comparison, Pratiksha who also released statements, only got mentioned here and there and whenever she was mentioned, it was always just a few lines amongst news about Payal.

Fans became anxious. Members of the Official Fan Club contacted Nancy multiple times to ask her how Pratiksha was going, but Pratiksha always gestured her to stay quiet.

Nancy understood. Overseas, Secret Magazine was merely a third-class publication, there was no need to make such a fuss over it – this would only make Pratiksha appear short-sighted and shallow.

So, Nancy simply responded with 4 words: Have faith in Pratiksha.

With these 4 words, Pratiksha's fans felt a sense of relief. Judging by how Pratiksha handled herself previously, they knew she held a low profile and kept to herself; no matter what happened, good or bad, she was clear about what she wanted and always had a plan.

"President Vikrant , back at home, Payal's support has increased once again..." Payal's assistant said as he looked at the comments online.

"And how are the reactions towards Pratiksha?" Vikrant questioned.

"All thanks to Siya di 's PR, we successfully used Pratiksha to boost Payal's popularity and then we used the names of top celebrities to boost Payal's value, hence the newer statements we released naturally didn't require Pratiksha. Although we have offended the fans of others, Pratiksha's rate of being mentioned is only a small portion of Payal's."

"This is the result of the statements..." Siya Rastogi looked at the path she was laying out for Payal and sneered, "Right now, we have interest and popularity all in the palm of our hands, however...to truly win against Pratiksha, we have to wait for the result from the Secret photo shoot. If Payal's performance is as good as our results so far, then once we return home, Pratiksha won't even exist anymore..."

"I am confident," Payal promised to the few people in front of her, "I've seen Pratiksha's shows. I don't feel like I am any worse than her. Plus, don't forget, she was previously my substitute."

Of course, this was because Payal had no idea, in order to imitate her, Pratiksha had to dramatically drop her standards.

"With regards to the photographer, I will go work my PR magic. For the front cover shoot I will arrange for them to make you the main focus. Payal, make sure to think carefully about how you will pull off the theme of Oriental Trend."

"I will think about it carefully."

"This will be your first time sharing the stage with Pratiksha. You should know, it's not just your reputation that's on the line. If you fail, the whole of Rastogi will be humiliated along with you. As for Vikrant, people will end up doubting his judgment, so this battle, you must win," Siya Rastogi told Payal in a serious tone.

"After yesterday's humiliation, I will definitely make sure to get revenge," Payal said with determination. Because of her rise in popularity, she was now full of confidence.

Tomorrow, her and Pratiksha would be having a battle of life and death!