Mr Husband Work Hard

Big brother of entertainment industry

"You don't have to tell me." Pratiksha didn't care, but the thought of Moksh using all his heart to help someone else, made her heart slightly uneasy.

Seeing Pratiksha's head lower, Moksh felt a sense of joy rush through his body. He couldn't help but smile as he spoke, "Are you jealous?"

"Uh huh, a little bit," Pratiksha admitted as she nodded her head.

"Did you think apart from you, there would be someone else in this world that qualifies? Only you...no one else..." Moksh pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arm around her before showing her how to look at the contracts.

Pratiksha was smart when it came to most things, but when it came to anything with a lot of words, her head would hurt. So not long after, Pratiksha fell asleep in Moksh's embrace. A slight smile was on her face.

Moksh embraced his wife as he continued to look at the contracts. Although he was tired...he was happy. He leaned over and whispered in Pratiksha's ear, "Priii, the day that you return to being India's top model, I will become your personal manager..."

Pratiksha was sleeping soundly. Upon hearing this, she subconsciously answered, "Then...I really need to work hard."

Moksh let out a gentle laugh. Amongst the 20-30 contracts, he picked out the one from Trendy Queen; this would be Pratiksha's first job after returning to the country.

Of course, Rastogi's would definitely have an opinion towards Moksh's decision, because...TQ wasn't in the best-selling magazine category. But, he knew something that others didn't know; the target audience of TQ were fashion designers and upper-class consumers. Right now, Pratiksha had to utilize the Oriental Trend to promote herself to fashion designers and those that had hold of fashion resources...

This was a risk, but if things worked out, the next half of the year, Pratiksha's shows would be guaranteed. As long as the shows maintained plenty of exposure and the magazine followed - a beneficial cycle would be formed.

Most importantly, appearing in shows would allow her to come in contact with even more endorsement opportunities. This would be easier than relying on her team.

Of course, what if it didn't work out?

There was no way he would let that happen...

The next morning, Pratiksha woke up. Seeing Moksh place the TQ contract in front of her, she was a bit surprised.

"Do you trust me?" Moksh asked as he wrapped his arm around her.

Pratiksha squeezed Moksh's tired cheeks and planted a kiss on his lips, "I'll shoot this one."

"You're not going to ask why?" Moksh had originally thought of multiple reasons to convince her. Who would have thought, she simply took one glance at it and decided to trust him.

"The big brother of the entertainment industry stayed up all night to pick this for me. Even if I fail, I am willing,"

Pratiksha said as she wrapped her arm around Moksh's neck. Seeing Moksh look at her helplessly, Pratiksha explained to him in a serious tone,

"First of all, I trust you wholeheartedly, this is needless to say. Secondly, I have also looked at all these contracts and haven't found one that is suited to the awkward state that I am in now, to work towards. I can only make small plans, but I need you to help me see the future."

A man's ego had always been this easy to satisfy; as long as their own woman says they need them, they would do anything.

"Then it's decided...Contract..."

"Right now, I no longer have a manager, just an assistant. Which means I have to personally go discuss my own deals even though ISN still has a few things to finish off and Mina still has one more cover for me to shoot. Fortunately, she will be sending someone here and I won't need to fly back to the US."

Moksh touched her hair and admired her confidence as he smiled, "Give me your email login. When I have time...I'll help you discuss."

"Mr. Moksh , you promised you won't interfere with my business..."

"I haven't provided you with any resources, nor have I used any money to help you create contacts...as your husband, can't I share your responsibilities a little?"

Pratiksha had no choice but to nod her head, "OK Mr. Moksh , but just this once."

The married couple worked well together to decide on the job. Afterwards, they got out of bed and enjoyed their breakfast. However, just as Pratiksha was to leave the house, she received a phone call from Sudiksha,

"Pratiksha, Payal has received an invitation from the organizing committee of the Top Ten Model Awards, the whole company is filled with excitement."

"When is the awards ceremony?" Pratiksha's eyes held a deeper meaning as she asked.

"In 10 days. During this time, Payal will be proud again. I wonder how she managed to bribe the judges" - Sudiksha couldn't contain her curiosity -

"Pratiksha, do you think she did something sneaky behind Vikrant's back?"

"Since you can't help but be curious, I'm sure Vikrant will feel the same way."

Pratiksha maintained her usual calmness,

"Let her be proud. After all, it will only be for 10 days...after these 10 days, Payal will no longer exist in the modeling industry."

"One more thing. The organizing committee has invited you to be a guest presenter on the night."

"OK Sudiksha, I will be dropping by the office in a bit." Since she had decided to take on the TQ contract, according to the supplementary contract, she would have to present it to the higher-ups at Rastogi's. However, she had a bad feeling the higher-ups would reject this job.

"In that case, I'll come pick you up now. Payal is currently at the office; she's turned back into a crab - walking sideways all over the company ."

Pratiksha laughed in disapproval. Half an hour later, Sudiksha arrived at Suntower Residency with a car. Upon seeing Pratiksha's refreshed expression, she couldn't help but tease her, "The big president has been serving you well, it seems..."

"Be serious," Pratiksha couldn't help her cheeks from blushing red.

"Oh yeah, now that Nancy has gone, Rastogi's must want to organize a new manager for you, what do you plan on doing about this?"

"I don't need a manager," Pratiksha shook her head. "I can discuss my own contracts and you can sit by my side and give me your opinion."

"Are you sure you will do it yourself?" Sudiksha was doubtful; even if Pratiksha was willing, there was no way Moksh would allow her.

"I can't hide anything from you...moksh is helping me out..." Pratiksha had no choice but to reveal the truth.

"Wow! Big Boss' abilities are super impressive. Let me tell you Pratiksha, you are not using him to his full potential."

The two chatted and laughed as they entered Rastogi's. However, the office's vibe was a bit different today.

Pratiksha wanted to see Vikrant, but Vikrant's secretary told Pratiksha he was currently in a meeting. However, when Sudiksha went to have a look, there was obviously no one in the meeting room. Whereas, a woman's laughter could be heard coming from Vikrant's room.

Pratiksha sneered, but she didn't want to make things difficult for the secretary. It seemed Vikrant and the others were inside celebrating; not wanting to see her...