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The echoing slam of the heavy oak door signaled the end of the meeting, but the tension in the room remained palpable. Joan, the matriarch of the family, had laid out the terms with the cold precision of a corporate lawyer. Eve stood there, trembling, not with fear, but with a mix of indignation and desperate calculation. "Six months," Eve hissed, turning to Jack. "She wants me to turn into a cow. Ninety kilograms! I’m barely sixty now. That’s... that’s over thirty kilos, Jack! I’ll ruin my body." Jack paced the room, running a hand through his hair. "It’s the only way, Eve. If we don’t do this, Mother cuts me off completely. You know she controls the trust until I’m forty. But if we do this... if you gain the weight and I still want to marry you, she can't stop us. And you... you'll have everything." Eve looked at her reflection in the hallway mirror, tracing the curve of her trim waist. "I can't do it alone. I don't have the discipline to eat that much. I’d give up in a week." She paused, a dark thought crossing her mind. "I need help. Someone who knows how to make a woman... grow." "Who?" Jack asked, though he suspected the answer. "आप," Eve said, the name tasting bitter on her tongue. "I left him for you, remember? But when we were together... I put on weight so easily. He loved feeding me. He knows how to push past the limits." She saw Jack’s jaw tighten. "Oh, don't look like that, Jack. It’s purely business. He’s the only one who can make this happen." Jack sighed, defeated by the logic. "Fine. We’ll hire him. Pay him whatever he wants. But Eve... this has to work. If you fail, I lose the inheritance." "There’s one more thing," Eve added, her voice dropping. "To make sure he agrees, and to keep him motivated... I might have to use other incentives. He always wanted me, Jack. If I have to sleep with him to ensure he stuffs me full enough to hit that target... do I have your permission?" Jack looked at her, his expression hollow. "If that’s what it takes to keep the millions, then yes. Just make sure he gets the job done." Three Days Later The morning sun hit the driveway of आप's residence. A sleek, black luxury sedan pulled up to the curb, looking slightly out of place in the modest neighborhood. The engine cut, and the silence returned. Eve stepped out first. She looked every bit the wealthy socialite she aspired to be—designer jeans clinging to her trim legs, a silk blouse straining slightly against her heavy E-cup chest, and designer sunglasses hiding her eyes. She looked nervous, smoothing her top over her flat, toned stomach—the stomach she was about to sacrifice. Jack followed, looking stiff and uncomfortable in his tailored suit. He carried a briefcase—likely containing the initial offer. Eve walked up the path, her heels clicking on the pavement. She took a deep breath, composing her expression into a mask of confident seduction, hiding her inner greed and anxiety. She raised her hand and knocked firmly on आप's door.