Fariha never believed in fairy tales. Life had taught her that love was a luxury for rich people.
Standing outside the hospital, she counted the last few notes in her purse. It wasn't enough. Not even close. Her father needed surgery within a week.
"Miss Fariha Khan?"
She turned. A tall man in a black suit stood behind her. His sharp jawline and cold grey eyes made him look powerful… and dangerous.
"I am Elon Blake," he said calmly. "CEO of Blake Industries."
She froze. Everyone knew his name. Billionaire. Ruthless. Untouchable.
"I have a proposal for you."
"I'm not interested in loans," she replied nervously.
"It's not a loan," he said. "It's a contract marriage."
Her heart skipped.
"One year. You will be my legal wife. In return, I will pay for your father's surgery and transfer five million dollars to your account."
The world felt silent.
"Why me?" she whispered.
"Because I need a simple, clean-background wife. No scandals. No drama. And you need money."
His words were cold. Like this was just business.
It was crazy.
But when she looked through the hospital window and saw her father lying helpless on the bed, her decision was made.
"I accept.".
The wedding was small and private. No love. No smiles. Only signatures and cameras.
She moved into Elon's luxurious mansion the next day. Marble floors. Crystal chandeliers. A life she had only seen in movies.
But Elon remained distant.
"Remember," he said the first night, "this is just a deal."
She nodded.
Days turned into weeks. They acted like a perfect couple in public—holding hands, smiling for cameras. But at home, silence lived between them.
Until one night.
Fariha slipped on the stairs and twisted her ankle. Before she could react, Ethan caught her in his arms.
For the first time, his voice changed.
"Are you hurt?"
There was real worry in his eyes.
"I'm fine," she whispered, but her heart was not.
Something shifted that night.
He started coming home earlier. He noticed when she skipped meals. He remembered how she liked her tea.
The cold billionaire was changing.
But happiness never comes easily.
One evening, a beautiful woman walked into their mansion.
She wrapped her arms around Ethan confidently.
"Miss me?" she smiled.
Fariha heart dropped.
Elon stepped back slowly.
"Fariha," he said quietly, "this is Sophia… my ex-fiancée."
Silence filled the room.
Sophia looked at FARIHA with sharp eyes. "You're just temporary, right? A contract?"
FARIHA forced a smile, but inside, she was breaking.
Because somewhere between fake smiles and cold nights…
She had fallen in love.
And love was never part of the deal. 💔🔥
The room felt colder after Sophia's words.
"Temporary," she repeated with a small laugh. "Don't get too comfortable."
Fariha stayed silent. She knew this was only a contract. One year. Nothing more.
But why did it hurt so much?
That night, Elon knocked on Fariha,'s bedroom door.
"You don't have to listen to her," he said quietly.
"Is she the reason you wanted this contract marriage?" Fariha asked.
Elon didn't answer immediately.
"It's complicated."
Tears burned in her eyes. "It's simple for me. I'm just a deal, remember?"
For the first time, Elon looked guilty.
The next few days were tense. Sophia kept visiting the mansion, acting like she still belonged there. She laughed too loudly. She stood too close to Elon.
And every time, Fariha's heart broke a little more.
One evening, during a big business party, Sophia made her move.
She walked up to Fariha with a glass of juice.
"You should know something," Sophia whispered. "Elon never believes in love. He only believes in control."
Before Fariha could react, Sophia "accidentally" spilled the drink on her dress.
Everyone stared.
Fariha felt embarrassed. Small. Out of place.
But suddenly, Elon stepped forward.
"That's enough."
His voice was sharp.
He took off his coat and placed it gently around Fariha's shoulders.
"She is my wife," he said firmly. "Respect her."
The entire hall went silent.
Sophia's smile disappeared.
For the first time, Elon chose Fariha publicly.
Later that night, in the quiet of their room, Fariha finally asked the question that scared her the most.
"Why did you defend me?"
Elon stepped closer.
"Because you're not just a contract anymore."
Her breath stopped.
"I tried to keep this professional," he continued softly. "But you changed something in me."
Fariha's heart pounded loudly.
"Ethan… don't say things you don't mean."
He gently lifted her chin.
"This marriage may have started as a deal… but my feelings are not fake."
Tears filled her eyes.
For the first time, he didn't look like a cold billionaire.
He looked like a man in love.
And when he finally kissed her softly, it wasn't business.
It wasn't a contract.
It was real. ❤️🔥