Chapter 1: The Beginning of the Contract 💍📄
(CEO × Poor Girl | Contract Marriage)
The hospital corridor was unusually silent.
Somewhere in the distance, a heart monitor beeped softly—
beep… beep… 🏥
Maya sat on a narrow bench, gripping her phone tightly in both hands 📱
The message glowing on the screen refused to change, no matter how many times she read it.
💬 Hospital Billing Department
Due Amount: 280,000 BDT ❗
Payment Deadline: Tomorrow
Her throat went dry 😔
She had never seen so much money in her entire life—
paying it felt impossible.
Inside the room, her mother lay unconscious, breathing heavily.
The doctor's words echoed painfully in Maya's mind:
"If we don't start treatment tonight or by tomorrow morning, the risk will be very high."
Maya slowly stood up.
She started calling people—one after another 📞
Her aunt.
A distant uncle.
Relatives she barely spoke to anymore.
Even someone she hadn't contacted in years.
Every answer was the same.
"I can't manage it right now."
"Let's see later."
Later.
That word no longer had meaning in Maya's life 💔
She stood by the corridor window, wiping her tears 😢
when her phone suddenly vibrated.
📞 Incoming Call
Unknown Number
She hesitated for a second… then answered.
"Hello?"
A deep, calm voice came from the other side.
"Is this Maya Rahman?"
Her body stiffened.
"Yes… who is this?"
A brief silence followed.
"My name is Arian Chowdhury," the voice said.
"CEO of Chowdhury Group." 💼
Maya's head spun 😳
She had seen that name in newspapers… on television… everywhere.
A man like him—
why would he call her?
"I'd like to make you an offer," Arian continued, his tone emotionless.
"I… I don't know you," Maya said, her voice trembling.
"But I know you," he replied calmly.
"And I know about your current situation."
Tears welled up in her eyes 😭
"What do you want?" she whispered.
Arian paused briefly, then spoke slowly and clearly—
"For one year…
a contract marriage." 💍📄
Maya almost dropped her phone 😨
"W-What are you saying?!"
"This is not a joke, Miss Maya," he said evenly.
"In return, I will take full responsibility for your mother's medical expenses."
Her heart pounded violently 💓
Was this man insane?
Or… was this the only path left for her?
"Think about it," Arian said.
"Come to my office tomorrow at 10 a.m."
📵 The call disconnected.
Maya leaned against the cold hospital wall, her body shaking.
A contract marriage…
Could something like this really exist?
She went back into the room and gently held her mother's hand 🤍
"Mom… I'll do something," she whispered.
"I promise."
The next morning ☀️
Chowdhury Group Headquarters 🏢
Standing in front of the massive glass building, Maya felt painfully out of place.
Inside, everything moved fast.
People walked with confidence.
She was guided into a private office by a secretary.
When the door opened, Maya froze.
Arian Chowdhury stood near the window.
Tall.
Well-dressed.
Sharp eyes filled with cold calmness ❄️
The voice from last night now had a face.
"Please, sit," he said briefly.
A file lay on the table 📂
"This is the contract."
Maya opened it with trembling hands.
📄 Terms and Conditions:
1️⃣ A legally valid marriage for one year
2️⃣ Acting as a perfect couple in public 👩❤️👨
3️⃣ No personal demands in private life 🚫
4️⃣ Love is strictly prohibited ❌❤️
She swallowed hard.
"What do you gain from this?" she asked softly.
Arian looked out the window.
"My family needs a wife for me," he said.
After a pause, he added,
"And I need a controlled, uncomplicated relationship."
Maya closed her eyes.
She had no other choice.
Her mother's pale face appeared in her mind.
Taking a deep breath, she picked up the pen ✍️
Her hand shook—
but she signed.
Arian closed the file and stood up.
For the first time, his expression softened slightly.
"Welcome, Mrs. Chowdhury." 💍
Maya's heart trembled 💓
Was this marriage truly just a contract?
Or had she unknowingly stepped into
the most life-changing chapter of her destiny? ✨
✨ End of Chapter 1