Merciless Mafia - Unexpected Love

Chapter 1- introduction

In the city of Lucknow, also known as the City of Nawabs, there lived a man named Rahul Suryavanshi. He lived alone in a large mansion with only a few servants to take care of the household. Sometimes, his friends Rohit, Karan, and Virat, along with his brother Vidhit, stayed with him on weekends. But they all lived in Chandigarh as their business was there.

Rahul Suryavanshi hated one thing in this world-women. That was the reason he rarely visited his family home, where his father, stepmother, sister, grandmother, and grandfather lived. He did not hate his sister; in fact, he loved her very much. However, he stayed away because he did not want his stepmother to create any drama.

One day, Rahul got ready for an important business trip and headed to his company, Rahul Corporation. After finalizing all his work, he prepared for his flight. Usually, he traveled by private jet, but today he chose to travel on a commercial flight.

After boarding the plane, he took his seat in Business Class.

At the same time, Pragati was boarding the flight. She had never traveled by plane before, so she was extremely nervous.

"Aaj toh tu maregi... Nahi nahi, aisa kaise maregi? Kuch nahi hoga. Pragati, be calm."

Then she noticed people staring at her.

"Arre, yeh ladki kya kar rahi hai?" someone whispered.

An air hostess approached her.

"Ma'am, your ticket please."

"Haan, yeh lijiye ticket. Mujhe bata dijiye mujhe kahan baithna hai."

"Ma'am, your seat is right in front."

"Chalo, baith toh gayi main. Ab bas Chandigarh pahunch jaun."

A few minutes later, the air hostess returned.

The company that hired Pragati booked or upgraded her ticket because they wanted her to travel comfortably before signing the surrogacy agreement.

"Ma'am, your seat has been upgraded to Business Class. Enjoy your flight. Just go straight from here."

"Wah! Aaj toh maze ho gaye. Business Class! Yeh toh mera sapna tha. Ab toh maza aayega. Bas thoda sa dar lag raha hai. Kahan baithun?... Arre, yeh toh window seat nahi hai. Koi baat nahi."

She looked at Rahul.

"Suniye, aap yahan baith jayenge? Mujhe window seat chahiye. Mera sapna hai window se nazare dekhna."

Rahul looked at the girl in surprise. Nobody dared to talk to him, yet this girl not only spoke to him but also ordered him around.

"My dream? Then fulfill it yourself. This is my seat, and I am not moving. And don't talk to me."

"Kya bekar aadmi hai! Sirf seat change karne ko hi toh kaha tha. Itna kya chillana? Akdu kahin ka. Mera bas chale toh maar hi doon."

Rahul shook his head.

"Sundar toh hai, lekin kitni badtameez hai."

As the plane prepared for takeoff, Pragati became nervous.

"Dar lag raha hai... yeh ab upar jaane wala hai."

Out of fear, she grabbed Rahul's hand tightly and closed her eyes.

When the plane finally took off, Rahul looked at her.

"Ab toh mera haath chhod do, Ms. Muffat."

"Muffat kise kaha aapne? Aap honge muffat. Mujhe toh bas dar lag raha tha."

"Dar lag raha tha toh kisne kaha travel karne ko?"

"Woh... woh... kuch nahi."

How could Pragati tell him why she was traveling? She did not want to go, but circumstances had left her with no choice.

After the flight landed, Rahul headed to his hotel. Pragati, on the other hand, went to meet her boss. She had agreed to become a surrogate because she desperately needed money for her father's operation. She had searched for other options but found none.

Little did she know that this decision was about to change her entire life.

Pragati carefully read all the documents placed in front of her. Her eyes filled with tears.

Agar Papa ki tabiyat kharab na hui hoti aur Chacha ne unka saara paisa na liya hota, toh aaj use yeh sab karne ki zarurat nahi padti.

After reading every page, she finally signed the documents.

Just then, her phone rang. It was a call from the hospital.

"Papa..."

"Pragati beta, tum theek ho na? Wahan sab theek hai? Boss kaisa hai? Rehne ki jagah mil gayi na?" her father asked worriedly.

Pragati smiled sadly.

"Haan Papa, main bilkul theek hoon. Yahan sab log bahut acche hain. Aap meri chinta mat kariye."

"Apna dhyaan rakhna beta."

"Aap bhi, Papa."

Pragati had never told her father the truth. She had only said that she had gotten a corporate job. If he ever found out that she was becoming a surrogate mother, he would never allow it.

After ending the call, tears rolled down her cheeks.

Meanwhile, Rahul received a call from the doctor.

"Mr. Suryavanshi, surrogate mother mil gayi hai. Woh saath lakh rupaye mein agreement ke liye ready hai."

"Theek hai," Rahul replied coldly. "Kal uski meeting arrange kar dijiye."

Call disconnect hote hi Rahul khidki ke paas jaakar khada ho gaya.

"Bas ek baar mera bachcha aa jaaye..." he murmured. "Dadaji ki sabse badi khwahish poori ho jayegi."

Rahul hated women because of the painful memories connected to his stepmother. He had no intention of marrying anyone.

Back at the hospital, Pragati sat alone on the bed.

Woh poori tarah toot chuki thi.

Papa ke alawa uska tha hi kaun?

Na paisa, na ghar aur na hi koi apna.

Kal use us aadmi se milna tha jiske liye woh surrogate mother banne wali thi.