Chapter 5: Fortune and Fire

The seven-day trial was finally over.

Early that morning, I barged into Arjun’s room and yelled, “Make me rich!”

He opened his eyes slowly, a trace of impatience in his brows.

He looked tired, like he hadn’t slept all night.

He pulled out his phone and showed me a news story about a Mumbai tycoon offering crores for his lost dog.

“Contact him today. I’ll go find the dog.”

He stretched lazily and got out of bed.

I was sceptical. “You can actually find the dog?”

He shot me a look full of sarcasm.

After thinking it over, I chickened out—what if Arjun failed? What if the tycoon got angry and blacklisted me?

Sigh, we working folks just can’t afford to take risks!

But it turned out I worried for nothing!

Arjun brought the dog back!

The tycoon was over the moon, hugged the dog, and immediately transferred ten million to my account via UPI!

I checked my bank balance ten times—eight digits!

Arjun wasn’t lying.

Forget fox spirit—he’s basically Lakshmi’s messenger!

I swore I’d never disrespect him again and treated him like a living lucky charm.

But he still seemed intent on out-showing me!

After his shower, he deliberately left his shirt out in a conspicuous spot.

I dutifully ironed it and hung it in the closet.

He glanced at my old pyjamas, frowned slightly. “Why aren’t you wearing my shirt anymore?”

“You… want me to wear it?”

“…No!”

That’s more like it.

“Whatever Mr. Arjun doesn’t want me to do, I’ll never do.”

“You’re quite thoughtful.”

“Of course!”

He turned back to the TV, flipping through channels, but nothing seemed to interest him.

He still liked to go shirtless—I just worried he’d catch a cold and kept turning up the ceiling fan for him!

He still wore grey sweatpants for his runs—I’d follow behind, hand him a towel, wipe his sweat, and even turn down girls asking for his Instagram: “Sorry, he’s taken!”

Maybe it’s just my imagination, but he always seemed in a good mood after hearing that!

He still did ab crunches on the balcony every morning, but instead of working out beside him, I started learning new recipes in the kitchen.

This God of Wealth deserves the best treatment!

“What do fox spirits usually eat? Mutton? Chicken? Probably not vegetables, right?”

But chopping up a chicken was tough—I accidentally cut my finger!

I yelped, and Arjun rushed over, grabbing my wrist.

I quickly pulled back, breaking free. “I didn’t mean to touch you, so you can’t—”

Before I could finish, he closed in again, lifted my injured finger, and put it to his lips.

He… was licking my wound!

With that cold, ascetic face!

His lips were cool, but the warmth that rushed through me was like biting into a fresh mirchi bhajiya—unexpected and intense. A tingling sensation spread through my whole body—the pain vanished!

My mind buzzed. Was this excitement, or… excitement?

I instinctively shrank back, but he’d already pulled out a band-aid and carefully put it on.

My heart pounded. I took a deep breath. “Mr. Arjun, are you seducing me?”

He calmly pushed me out of the kitchen. “Fox clan saliva accelerates healing. Don’t overthink it.”

I peeked under the band-aid—the wound was smaller, and didn’t even hurt to press!

Is this fox magic?

I grinned to myself—next time, I’ll try burning my hand on the cooker. Maybe he’ll rush even faster!