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(Maya's POV)

I smirked in evilness as I saw the police officer open the dark cell that was only illuminated by a small light hanging from the ceiling as I entered.

He was battered and bruised from the beating I assumed the police officers had done to him. It made my heart even more happier watching him wince in pain. He was a commodity to me, he served his purpose and now I needed him out of my life.

I banged my hands on the table in front of him, making awake from his painful slumber. He slowly raised his eyes up as his hands remained cuffed behind the chair. His eyes mirrored expression of anger as he had the audacity to look at me in the eyes. I smiled as I leaned forward.

"Maya, I will kill you." He grunted as my expression changed from a smile to a stoic one.

Laughter escaped from my lips as I flung my head back and chuckled in hysteria when I heard that. How funny he was.

"Learn one thing, you should always play games with players of your status. If the opponent is weak, then it is no fun defeating them and if the opponent is stronger than you, then the price of the loss will be too hefty. And the price of your loss is a jail sentence, my love." I smiled, leaning over the table.

"What do you think? By a few fake scratches and marks, you can imprison me forever? No, the medical reports will prove it's fake, Maya."

"That is your biggest mistake, Mr. Sharma. You always underestimate me. I filed for a divorce and you tried your best to get in my way, now I had to do this. Tsk tsk tsk." I shook my head in fake concern. "This could have all been avoided if you simply filed for divorce. But no, you had great aspirations for your low-class self, na? You wanted my company, my hard-earned money for yourself? You even went as far as trying to hurt me. Now enjoy your time in jail." I clenched my jaw as I slammed the table in front of me.

I turned around before stopping in my tracks and looking at him with a smile. "Oh and by the way, Arjun, the marks aren't fake. Albeit, they were given in rather better circumstances, they surely aren't fake." I turned my face before taking a step towards the door before hearing his voice once more.

"Go Maya! You think you've won because you're Sahir's mistress now, but he'll use you and throw you to the gutter when he's done with you just like everyone does, because you are unlovable, Maya! You are just good for a one night stand and nothing more. When he finds out about your insanity, he will leave you just like every other person does. He will go running from you just like your own mother did, you bitch!"

(Sahir's POV)

I awoke to a lonely bed after I sleepily stretched my arm out in effort to find her warm body next to mine just as the first time we had awoken together after having sex for the first time, but to no avail. I woke up wondering where she was. It was a Sunday and our offices weren't open. She couldn't have been there. I looked around, her room was fairly new, there wasn't much in it. I got out of bed, in my birthday suit, no surprise there. As I made a move to the shower. I touched the knob as the water came down cascading as I stood there underneath, allowing it to soak me. I flinched as the heated water stung my back, I touched it and realized the reason. Maya's nail marks. I smiled. She was a wild one and I loved it. Sometimes she shocked me with how dominating she was and how much I had to fight for control, but other times I realized that she too was just looking for the same things I was. However, many veneers we place over ourselves pretending to be fine, none of us really are. But these few moments of the euphoric high to escape reality was all so worth it.

Lost in my own thoughts, I flinched as I felt a pair of soft hands make their way under my arms and rest on my shoulders as I felt a head full of hair rest in the back of my head as she pressed herself to me. I turned around as I saw Maya standing there, just as bare as me. I watched as the water from the shower trickled down her body, droplets roaming her most intimate areas. I smirked in pride seeing the marks from our encounter last night, reminding me how she screamed my name during her climax. She looked so beautiful.

I wrapped an arm around her, safeguarding her body from the coldness of the tiles as I pushed her against the wall, holding her bottom up as she wrapped her legs around me and encircled my neck with her arms and made love to her slowly, a stark contrast from our wildness last night. I noticed how she moaned in almost whispers, as her hands glided on my biceps, which I had realized became her favorite. As our lips entwined I found a heaven within her.

I loved this woman so much. She could have her way with me anytime and I would gladly give in. And it was dangerous. Love was the most dangerous game to play. The price of losing was often too much. Something I had known too well. My love for Maya would always remain buried in my heart. There was no sense in dragging this matter up into our mutual agreement and spoiling things. Maya was beyond love. And I didn't want to ruin things for us at the peak of our best moments.

I closed my eyes as I continuously thrust into her, ignoring the ramifications of our actions. I could think of all that later, right now I just wanted to enjoy the time I had with her.

**

I came into the kitchen as Maya stood there in an oversized shirt hanging off her left shoulder, covering the majority of her body, but barely ending at the thighs, she was looking over the pan as she stirred something with a spatula.

"Where did you sneak off to this morning?" I chuckled. "Do you have a secret lover I should know about?"

She stopped whatever she was cooking on the stovetop and turned around glaring at me. Her eyes were bloodshot red and if I am not mistaken, there were remnants of tears in them as well. She looked distraught, and I couldn't

"What does it mean to you if I do?" She scoffed. "You're not my boyfriend, and don't even try to act like one. You mean nothing to me, Sahir. Nothing." She said, before shutting off the stove and banging the spatula in the sink and going off to her room.

Something seemed off about her today. I hesitated about what to do. I hated seeing her so uncomfortable and obviously disturbed, but there wasn't much I knew how to do. Comforting wasn't my forte. I loved her, but sometimes it felt as if her mood swung like a pendulum. Every time I felt closer to her, she sent me back five steps.

I shook my head in confusion. This was so difficult. Was Maya really the person I was in love with or was she simply just an illusion?

I didn't even like who I had become being with her in these last few days. I wore my heart on my sleeve around her. Always happy, always cracking jokes with her. A stark contrast to my previous self. I was happy, a feeling that was unknown to me. I let my guard down around her and did things I found myself doing for women I loved. I remembered her reaction as she left to her room. I thought back to how hard I tried my best to impress Zeenat in college, I used to love poetry. I gave it up for her, because she wanted a richer man. I tried to become someone I wasn't because of her. For Arzoo, I was too much. I tried to be softer towards her but she still cheated on me. And now with Maya, I tried hard to take her away from her problems, but in return she just kept pushing me away. I was tired of being a messiah to every woman in my life. Every time I fell in love with someone, I fell flat on my face trying to live up to what they wanted from me. Maya was no different. And why should she be? She made it clear that this was just an arrangement between us. She was right. This was nothing but a physical relationship. I was trying too hard, once more. It was high time I stopped. Maybe, love wasn't in my destiny. Maybe, everyone was right. I wasn't meant for love. I had forgotten who I was. I had softened down and forgotten I was Sahir. Sahir Azeem Chaudhary. Love and relationships didn't have a place in my life. Maya was just a beautiful illusion, but that's the thing, an illusion is a false reality. She would never be real for me. Nor would I be for her.

Maybe, this was the end of us.

I looked down at the car keys in front of me as I grabbed them without thinking, slamming the door of her apartment as I left.

Some things aren't meant to be.

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yikes! What's our Maya going to do now?