Page 24 of Trapped By the Maharaja
Ram’s assistant blinked. “Dr. Shetty, a significant sum is already being—”
“I want it in writing,” Sanjana cut in. “A legally binding clause in the contract.”
“And third,” she added, “a percentage of all surgeries, at least twenty-five percent, will be reserved for children from low-income families. No fees. Completely free.”
Silence fell in the room.
“That may not be feasible without board approval…” Reema began cautiously.
Sanjana knew it would cost a significant amount to upgrade the hospital and also offer free surgeries to low-income families.
She heard the soft scrape of a chair.
She looked up.
Ram had moved. He stepped away from the glass wall, his tall figure casting a long shadow across the conference table. His dark eyes met hers.
“Done,” he said.
Sanjana blinked, caught off guard by the quick agreement.
He continued, voice calm, “The donation and free surgeries will be routed through a new foundation wing under your supervision.”
Sanjana was too stunned. She knew it would cost quite a lot to fund a new wing and free surgeries for low-income families. It was something that had been her long-held dream, which she didn’t think she would be able to fulfill until after many decades of work.
It was then that she realized Ram was rich enough to afford anything and everything easily, including her.
Clenching her jaw, she stared at him. “My next condition is that I will give you a child… but only through IVF.”
There was a dark flash in his eyes. “No,” he said. “It will be a natural conception.”
Sanjana’s face flushed with shock and fury. “Why not? All you want is a legal heir from a temporary marriage.”
Ram walked toward her slowly, stopping just a breath too close. “I won’t have my child conceived in a lab.”
Her cheeks burned. “IVF is safe, reliable, and private. Chances of me conceiving are higher with IVF.”
His eyes didn’t flinch. “No.”
Anger flared in her chest. “You can’t just—”
“Our child will be conceived naturally,” he stated.
Sanjana’s entire face flushed, not just from anger but the embarrassment of discussing something so intimate in front of the lawyers and his assistant.
Despite trying to keep neutral looks on their faces, Sanjana could see their shock.
Sanjana wanted to slap Ram once again, but she held herself back. She didn’t want to show him any weakness.
“Anything else?” Ram asked coolly.
“No,” she gritted.
“Then my lawyers will go over the rest of the contract and have the new version ready for you to sign,” he stated.
Sanjana clenched her hands as Ram’s legal team organized their materials.
One of the lawyers cleared her throat and began reading.
