BREAKING FREE (pragya's story) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 38

Fusion Beats - Ladies Restroom

The sound of running water echoed in the otherwise empty bathroom as Disha washed her hands in the sink. She took her time, carefully massaging the soap between her fingers as though she were doing her skincare routine. Then suddenly, the door flung open and the sound of heels approaching echoed in the room, but Disha's gaze did not lift from the sink at all, she knew exactly who those angry-sounding footsteps belonged to.

Aliyah stood a few meters from Disha glaring at her, her eyebrows furrowed in an annoyed expression, her arms folded across her chest and her foot anxiously tapping. The annoyance she felt only grew the longer she watched Disha, she was infuriated by not only her complete lack of urgency but by the fact that she was completely ignoring her.

Aliyah: And what the hell do you think you're doing? We've been waiting for you for fifteen minutes!

She snapped angrily at Disha, but the latter paid her no attention. Instead, Disha calmly finished rinsing her hands, then walked right past Aliyah and grabbed a hand towel to dry them.

The vein of Aliyah's forehead was damn-near about to explode, she knew Disha was no pushover, but now her bravado seemed to have grown tenfold, it made her blood boil.

As Disha walked back to the sink, Aliyah grabbed her arm and pulled her back, her grip tight and nails nearly digging into it. But Disha immediately jerked free of her grip and served her a hot slap which made Aliyah stagger back.

Aliyah had a look of absolute shock and horror on her face and she held her burning cheek. She was in absolute disbelief, did Disha, just...strike her?

Aliyah: You- you slapped me??

Disha: And I'll do it again! Swine! How dare you put your filthy hands on me??

She roared furiously, a murderous glint in her eyes that shook Aliyah, but still her stubbornness would not let her back down.

Aliyah: You!

She raised her hand and tried to slap Disha back but got stopped mid-air by her.

Disha: what? Huh? What will you do?

Aliyah jerked her hand back and their eyes looked in a murderous glare. Then Aliyah scoffed and started clapping sarcastically.

Aliyah: Wow, look at you haan. I see the Singh's money has given you some guts right?

She laughed sarcastically.

Aliyah: Oh, oh, or maybe it's your so-called relation with the Arora's yeah? (Scoffs) Let me let you in on something sweetheart, no matter how much they call you their sister or daughter, you will NEVER be their REAL family.

Disha's expression faltered a bit at that last part, but she quickly recovered, and laughed mockingly at Aliyah, catching her completely off guard.

Disha: Real family? Like Raj?

Aliyah's cocky expression immediately faded, damn that Rajesh...because of him, this little runt Disha was able to talk down to her.

Disha's phone started vibrating from her handbag which was by the sink, she went over and took the bag, then began to walk away. Because even though she enjoyed taunting Aliyah, she knew this conversation was a mere waste of time.

Just as she reached for the door handle, the silent Aliyah spoke again.

Aliyah: This isn't over, you know that right?

Disha stopped, took a moment, then turned to face Aliyah and with an eerie calmness in her tone, responded.

Disha: What? Will you drop a chandelier on my head too?