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Maya spoke to Preeti, who assured her that she would sell them in her next exhibition, which happened to be in just two days. Maya's excitement reached a new level. She hoped someone out there would like her work and buy them.

The next two days passed, and there were no signs from Ranveer Malhotra trying to get in touch with her for anything. She was glad he had understood she was not interested in his charms, neither his money and power. She was at the office, working, training the next batch of models when her phone rang. It was Preeti's call. Maya excused herself from the room and came out to talk.

“Hi Preeti.”

“Hello, Maya, guess what? I have good news for you.”

“Really? What is it?”

“All of your paintings sold out.”

Maya jumped in joy.

“All? Oh my God. That's really great.”

“It is. And what's surprising is that all of these paintings of yours go to the same buyer. I am sure the buyer is a big fan of your paintings. He has paid a handsome price even. How do you want me to pay you? Cash or cheque?”

Maya was startled. A single person bought all her paintings? Isn't that odd?

“Maya, cash or cheque?” Preeti reconfirmed.

“Wire transfer, Preeti. I will send you my bank account details. Thanks a lot again.”

“No problem. Take care and do let me know if you have any more paintings to be sold out. I will do it for you.”

“Sure, Bye.”

Maya disconnected the call. Something was really missing here. But she was glad that she was getting the money arranged for her mother’s treatment. After all that was her only priority right now.

Chapter 5

Paradise

Laura trailed behind Ranveer Malhotra, who had just left his room, freshly showered, and was ready to leave for work. He sat down for his breakfast.

“The Mehta’s meeting is scheduled at 03:00 p.m. today, just got it confirmed from Aman. And you have your squash session after that at 05:00.”

He took a bite of the toast and gestured for Laura to pass him the juice, which she did instantly.

“What happened to the paintings?” he asked.

“They are here, Sir. The auction team dropped them off this morning. Do you wish to see them once?”

“Not now, later at night.”

“Okay, Sir.”

“And, next week is your father’s 50th birthday. Do you intend to give him a surprise party here or sending a gift would suffice?”

He slowed down chewing, the peace from his face vanished.

“Sir,” Laura tried to get him out of his stance.

“A gift should suffice,” he weakly murmured and continued eating.

“Okay, I will arrange for one and send it personally. Any note with the gift?”

“No notes.”

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