Fitoor

no one loves like sahir

"Please keep my bags in Sahir's room" Maya instructed the servant.

Arzoo's face changed to one of disgust as she walked out of her room hearing the commotion of servants entering the house with baskets of decorations and saw Maya standing in front of her.

"How dare you?! You have the audacity to enter my home after that nasty recording of yours went viral?"

Maya remained aloof as if she couldn't hear Arzoo and continued instructing the group of servants bringing in decorations to start aligning things as per her order. Arzoo felt frustrated as she took the basket of flowers out of the hands of a servant and slammed it in on the floor. Maya's smile dropped as she turned around and faced Arzoo.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Arzoo yelled.

Maya clenched her jaw as she took a step forward.

"Your house?" Maya scoffed. "Please just consider yourself a guest of a few days, darling. You're just here until the divorce is finalized. Don't give yourself too much importance."

"Whatever time I stay here is dependent on MY wishes. Not yours and do I really have to keep reminding you that I AM HIS WIFE. You may fuck him all you like but I'm the one that's got the surname, the legal rights and his child! After all, you are just a glorified mistress, Maya. I am the wife." Arzoo smiled as she said the words to satisfy her own ego.

Maya looked around at her surroundings and ordered everyone to leave. As soon as the last person in the room gave exited, she stepped forward and grabbed Arzoo by her throat putting pressure on her hand and in turn, Arzoo's neck. Arzoo's face scrunched as she struggled for air while Maya moved closer and stood in close proximity to her face as she left her neck and held her by her jaw. Maya's eyes were seething in fury as she spoke to Arzoo.

"Did I not tell you not to play games with me, Arzoo...hmm?" Maya said while putting pressure on the hold she claimed on Arzoo's face.

"But you didn't want to listen, huh, you thought you could outsmart Maya. Tell me, did it feel nice to listen to your so-called husband's dirty talks." Maya laughed wickedly. "You had the fucking audacity to place a microphone in his cabin for God knows what reason. You thought you could finish us...but look at this. Maya is already two steps ahead. You wanted to defame me, but instead Sahir is giving me this position you're so proud of!" Maya smiled.

Arzoo looked at her in dismay. "Wh-What do you mean?"

Maya forcefully let go of her hold and showed her the glistening diamond on her finger that Sahir had recently gifted her as a token of their engagement.

"Sahir and I are getting married...and that too, tomorrow...right in this house."

Maya watched in amusement as Arzoo's face fell. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a lot to do. Tonight's my mehendi!" She said excitedly.

Arzoo's face flamed in anger as she watched Maya retreat to the door, her heels clicking against the marble of the floor as she nonchalantly gaited as if she owned the place. The rage in her was escalating by every passing second. She had worked so hard, installed a microphone in Sahir's office during their conversation. She had intended to get some source of information from him, but when she heard their private moment being recorded, she lost all cool. And not only that, but she had learnt that Maya was pregnant. Maya had stolen her golden ticket from her. The child was supposed to be her entry into Sahir's life.

Raging in anger, Arzoo grabbed the nearby vase on the table and smashed it against the floor. She had to ruin Maya before Maya ruined her. Her every plan was futile all because of that bitch. She had to get her Sahir back.