VIRMAN FF:THE MARRIAGE BARGAIN Discontinue - Page 12

Originally posted by: Huma0301

<font color="#0099ff">woah hahahahaha

</div>virat's list is completely opposite to manvi's hw on earth will they survive with each other - feel sorry for both of them already love the teaser n the banner too- shows that theyre gonna try n stay away from each other bt their hearts hav sum other plans for them <div>

oh god!!! really cnt wait for part 2 - plz continue soon 😉</font>

Originally posted by: shreeya121

<font face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif" size="4" color="#990066">hey jannat m new here...😊
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<font face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif" size="4" color="#990066">jus luvd ur update 2 core... 😃</font>

<font face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif" size="4" color="#990066">it ws awesome...⭐️</font>

<font face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif" size="4" color="#990066">manvi's n virat's demands r jus opposit b still dey r meant 2 b togethr... 😉</font>

<font face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif" size="4" color="#990066">completely unique concept... 👏</font>

<font face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif" size="4" color="#990066">wating egerly 4 frthr updates...😊</font>

<font face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif" size="4" color="#990066">can u plz pm me as well... plz..🤔.</font>

Hiii MY SWEET DOLLS' HOPE YOU ALL ARE FINE..CHAPTER 2^ND IS READY' WISH YOU GONNA ENJOY THIS PART AS WELL..

Chapter-2

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Virat Singh Vadhera had a fortune at his fingertips.

India's richest businessman who takes his company at number one position in a very short span of time..

Dating every beautiful, sexy and hot gals in Mumbai (but still he is virgin) '.

Don't believe in relationship and commitment'.. in short hate marriage concept' he has a particular reasons for hating this marriage concept'

But to get the one thing he wanted, he needed a wife.

Virat believed in many things. Working hard to accomplish a goal. Controlling anger and resorting to

reason when a moment became confrontational.

And creating buildings. Buildings that was solid, yet aesthetically beautiful. Smooth angles and sharp lines blending together. Bricks and concrete and glass attesting to the solidity that people craved in ordinary life.

The short moment of wonder when a person looks upon the final creation for the first time. All of these things made sense to him.

Virat did not believe in love everlasting, marriage, and family. These things made no sense, and he had

decided not to incorporate such societal themes into his life. Who said he had most loving and caring family' and that guy didn't believe in marriage concept'

Unfortunately,his Grandfather had changed the rules.

Virat's gut coiled, and his sick sense of humor almost caused a laugh to spill from his lips. He rose from

his leather chair, stripped off his navy jacket, striped silk tie, and snowy white shirt. One flick of his wrist

unbuckled his belt, and he quickly changed into a pair of gray track pant and vest in which he look most sexy and hot guy .

He thrust both feet into his Nike Air sneakers and entered his office's inner sanctum, which he'd filled with sketches, inspiring photos, a treadmill, some weights, and a fully stocked bar. He hit the button on the remote for the MP3 player.

The voice of Sonu Nigam (mine fav too) filled the room and cleared his head.

He turned on the treadmill and tried not to think of smoking.

Even after five years, when the stress kicked up a notch, he longed for a cigarette. Annoyed at his weakness when the urge hit, he exercised.

Running soothed him, especially in his perfectly controlled environment. No loud voices interrupting his

concentration, no scorching sunlight, no rocks or gravel impeding his path.

He set the panel and began the steady pace that would lead him toward a solution.

Even though he understood his grandfather's intentions, the sense of betrayal slowly ate away at his peace.

In the end, one of the family members he loved the most had used the trick to convince him in this so called marriage.

Virat shook his head. He should have seen this coming.

His Grandpa had spent his last few months alive spouting the importance of family, and had thought Virat's response was lackluster. Virat wondered why his Grandpa was surprised.

After all, his family should have been perfect for outside world nobody knows what going on inside this house'.or this shattered house'..

They are only for advising material for outside world' they only live together for money sake' he think

As Virat had drifted in and out of relationships, one thing became clear'all women wanted marriage, and marriage meant messiness.

Fights about emotion. Children tearing them both at the seams, wanting more attention.

Needing more space, until the end became the same as every other relationship. Divorce.

With children as the casualties.

No thanks.

He pumped up the incline and adjusted the speed as his thoughts whirled. His Grandfather remained stubbornly optimistic until the bitter end that a woman would save his nephew's life. The heart attack had struck hard and fast. When the lawyers finally descended like a pack of vultures on the scent of blood money

Virat thought the legalities would be easy. His sister, Maggie, had already made it quite clear she wanted

nothing to do with the business'.

As she wanted to started of her own

. So, for the first time, Virat believed in good fortune. Finally, he'd have something completely his own'. Which he established with his hard work'

Until the lawyers read the will.

Then he realized the joke was on him'. He get a big shock of his life his own grandfather do this with him' but he knows him very well than why'is he is not well is the reason but why he playing with his life..

He would inherit the majority of the Dreamscape shares as soon as he married.

The marriage must last for one year, to any woman he chooses, and a prenuptial agreement was acceptable.

If Virat decided not to comply with his Grandpa's wishes, he'd retain fifty-percent; the balance would be split among the board members, and Virat would be nothing but a figurehead. Instead of creating buildings, he'd be stuck in meetings and corporate politics; exactly what he did not want to do with his life.

And Grandpa had known it.

So now Virat had to find a wife.

He hit the switch and the incline lowered. He slowed his pace and evened his breath. With methodical

precision, his mind cut through the emotional emptiness and scanned the possibilities.

He got off the treadmill, grabbed a chilled bottle of wine from the minibar, and walked back to his chair. He took a swallow of the icy, clean liquid, and placed the sweating bottle on his desk. Waited a few minutes as he gathered his thoughts. Then picked up the gold pen and rolled it between his fingers.

He printed the words, each a nail banged into his own personal grief.

Find a wife.

He wouldn't waste any more time griping about unfairness'.

When no option had left'

Virat decided to make a clear list of the attributes his wife would need, and see if he could think of any appropriate candidates.

Immediately, an image of Maya came in his mind, but he squashed the thought.

The stunning supermodel he currently dated was perfect for social functions and great time spending, but not for marriage.

Maya was a sharp conversationalist and he enjoyed her company, but he was afraid she was already falling in love with him.

She'd hinted at her desire of marriage, which was a deal-breaker.

No matter how he laid out the ground rules of a marriage, emotion would ruin it.

She'd become jealous and demanding, like any normal wife. No would ever stand up to her greed once she felt betrayed.

He took another drink of water and ran his thumb in circles over the rough edge of the bottle top.

He'd once read if a person made a list of all the qualities he admired in a woman, one appeared.

Virat frowned as he grabbed at the fleeting thought. He was almost positive the theory had something to do with the universe.

Getting back what you put into the cosmos.

Some metaphysical crap he didn't believe in.

But today he was desperate.

But today he was desperate.

He set the pen on the left edge of the page and wrote his list.

A woman who does not love me.

A woman I do not desire to sleep with.

A woman who does not have a big family.

A woman who does not have any animals.

A woman who does not want any children.

A woman who has an independent career.

A woman who will view the relationship as a business venture.

A woman who is not overly emotional or impulsive.

A woman I can trust.

Virat read over the summary.

He knew some of his desired qualities were stubbornly optimistic but if the universe theory worked, he might as well put down everything he wanted.

He needed a woman who looked upon the venture as a business opportunity.

Perhaps, someone who craved a large payoff. He intended to offer many fringe benefits, but he wanted the marriage in name only.

No s** equals no jealousy. No overly emotional woman equals no love.

No messiness equals a perfect marriage.

He sifted through each woman he'd dated in his past, every female friend he'd exchanged words with,

every business associate he ever lunched with.

He came up with nothing.

Frustration nibbled on the edges of his nerves.

He was a twenty-seven year old man, reasonably attractive, hot, sexy, intelligent, and financially secure. And he couldn't come up with one decent woman to marry.

He had one week to find his wife.

His cell phone rang. Virat picked it up.

"Virat, it's me. Maggie." She paused. "Did you find a wife yet?"

A chuckle strangled his lips.

His sister was the only woman in the world who got him to laugh on a regular basis.

Even if it was sometimes at his expense. "Working on it now."

"I think I found her."

His heartbeat sped up. "Who is it?"

Another pause. "You'd have to meet her terms but I don't think they'll be a problem. Be open-minded.

I know that's not your forte. But you can trust her."

He checked the last item on his list. A strange buzzing hummed in his ears as if in warning of his sister's next words.

"Who is it, Maggie?"

Silence fell over the line for a beat. "Manvi."

The room whirled in a dizzying blur at the familiar name from his past. His only thought flashed like a mantra in vivid neon, over and over.

No frickin' way.

That it for todays

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