All Chapters of CEO's Contract Marriage : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

◆Darsh's P.O.V.◆As soon as Uncle Hemant pulled over the car, I sprung out and darted towards the main entrance. Reaching the information desk, I asked the host, "Excuse me! Mrs. Khushi Sinha. What room is she in?"My voice was shrouded with worry and fear while I panted slightly."Give me a minute, sir." The woman replied and shifted her gaze to the monitor in front of her. Huffing from the rapid run after parking the car, Uncle Hemant also arrived there.The lady looked up at me, about to say something when someone called for me."Darsh!"As I glanced around, I noticed a nervous Veer rushing in my direction. I scurried towards him."Where? Where is Khushi?" I inspected."C-come with me." Nervously muttering, Veer immediately made a turn in the direction of the elevator. I followed him along with Uncle Hemant. As the elevator door opened and we reached the fourth floor, I demanded, "Where is she? What happened to her? Just say something, damn it!""I-I am sorry, Darsh. I...." I felt

◆Darsh's P.O.V.◆"Khushi? You don't know who I am?" I asked desperately."Am I supposed to know a kidnapper?" Her response came with a cynical tone. "Tell me where the exit is immediately, and end this pointless conversation!""Khushi, take a proper look at me! I'm your f**king husband!" I protested, growing irritated."I'm not even married!" She sneered. "What a dumb kidnapper you are!""Who hired you as a kidnapper, huh?" She asked with a chuckle."I'm not a kidnapper, Khushi!" I continued to convey my point, carefully turning my head to face Khushi and looking her in the eyes. For a second, Khushi seemed blank as she stared back at me without a word. It was exactly like when we first met."My Gosh! You almost got me with that pretty face of yours!" With her ears crimsoned, Khushi averted her gaze while forcing my head back to turn to face the front again. Is she blushing?"Do you find me good-looking?" Without realising it, I had already asked the question."Stop talking, you kidna

◆Khushi's P.O.V.◆One fine morning, I woke up in a beautiful, enormous mansion, only to find out that I was already married and had lost a small part of my memories that were my husband's.The man who was wearing a white, plain shirt and trousers and looked extremely handsome yet appeared quite perverted was my husband. I couldn't just swallow the fact.How could I possibly love anyone other than "Akash Malhotra," my one and only love?However, the maidservants all knew me and treated me kindly and respectfully. They were all referring to me as "My lady," along with the man Uncle Hemant.He was in his early 50s and had a few sparsely spaced white hairs in his mostly faint black hair. I liked him without any reason, as much as I hated my husband without any reason.Even a doctor came and confirmed that I was Mrs. Sinha, a married woman.And it wasn't just a usual marriage. It was a love marriage where I proposed to my husband. Wow! Just wow! He isn't even Akash!It was a lot to take in

◆Khushi's P.O.V.◆I woke up from a hazy dream. I was certain it was about Darsh, but I couldn't remember what that dream was about. I swiftly brushed away a tear that had fallen down my cheek. What the f**k did I see in my dream that made me cry?I was absorbed in my thoughts when a door-unlocking sound deflected my attention to the washroom door on the far right end of the room. And a man walked out of there, wrapping only a towel around his waist. His abs were clearly defined, and he had a lean frame with broad shoulders and a comparably small waist. Water droplets were making their way from his neck to his chest and then to his abdomen at a slow pace."Holy crow!" Following a swallow, I muttered as I stared in amazement at the attractive figure in front of me."Ahem, ahem." The sudden throat clearing roused me from the haze, forcing me to see that man's face, and it turned out to be none other than my husband."F**k?!"Damn! I couldn't believe that my perverted husband had such a h

◆Khushi's P.O.V.◆Following that day, stories regarding Darsh and my romantic interactions abounded throughout the mansion. Eventually, Sia would bring it up to tease me. Days went by swiftly. I had been residing alone in the bedroom for the past eight days because Darsh had to leave soon on a business trip to Tokyo. Every day, the maids gave me a lot of support as I recovered. Still, it continued to ache when I walked, and I frequently felt light-headed.Dr. Jain and Akash checked on me from time to time. Even though it was pleasant to view my ultimate crush so closely, I somehow realised that my attraction to him had diminished.Suddenly, I was missing my perverted husband more than Akash. It astounded me. And the desire to reclaim my memories increased even more. Most of the time, I felt empty within and missed Darsh, since life without him seemed dull.However, mostly I wanted to know why a billionaire would want to marry a waitress. Was the marriage truly a love story, or was the