Zaya stopped crying, picked herself up and made her way to the dining table. Oh well, the dinner was ruined, the least she could do was clean up. As she arrived at the dining table, she couldn't help but smile while looking at it. She had put in so much effort to make it look this beautiful, but it ended up going to waste.
Zaya wanted to pack up all the dishes when something in her invoked. She was suddenly filled with some kind of anger, rage and fury she never knew she had. At that moment, she began to ruin the beautiful preparation that she had made.
She purposely dropped the plates on the floor, pushed the meals she made to the ground, broke the wine bottle on the ground, smashed the flower vase on the ground and ripped the sheets off of the dining table and screamed out loud in anger. She literally tore the whole place apart.
After she was done, she suddenly felt whole and new. She had expected herself to cry as soon as she started tearing down the place, but that didn't happen. Instead, she felt a surge of power run through her veins. It felt as if she had been reborn.
"I am done being this fool, Kabir. I am done dancing to your tune. Now, you will do my bidding, and you won't even know what hit you!"
Zaya uttered those words to herself with her breathing ragged. She also wanted to ruin her appearance and tear apart the clothes she wore, but she thought, No! Kabir will never see me weak again. He will never ever see me fall down in pain because of him!
Zaya could feel it in her bones, she was changing into something new. She was no longer afraid or the quiet fool that Kabir had known her to be. She could feel it. She thought that when she had said that she would seduce Kabir a while ago, it was only at the moment, and she didn't mean it that, but with the way she was feeling right now, she knew deep within her heart that she was definitely going to carry out her plan. She could feel the need for vengeance coursing through her veins. She could feel her resentment towards Kabir slowly coming to life. She could feel the darker side of her taking over.
Honestly, Kabir wouldn't know what hit him when she was done with him!
As expected, after her whole drama of ten minutes, she still cleaned up the whole place, but she felt happy doing it. She felt fulfilled cleaning up the dirt in her beautiful white dress on her wedding anniversary night. It sure was a treat for her.
Meanwhile, Kabir was startled when he heard a loud noise from downstairs. It felt like Zaya was trashing the whole place around and the scream that followed next was what stunned Kabir. He knew that he had crossed the line and gone over the borders with his words tonight. They were indeed harsh on her, and he wanted to apologize to Zaya, but Kabir had never done that before, so he didn't know how to do it.
He had never once said "I'm sorry" to Zaya when he offended her, so how could he say it now? His pride and hate for Zaya was the major reason why he could never apologize to her.
As he got prepared for bed, he listened in on the events happening downstairs attentively. After some time, he didn't hear any noise again and thought that it was all over. Zaya had calmed down. See! There was nothing much to her temper. It was just some childish display that she did. Nothing more.
The next thing Kabir heard was the opening and closing of a door. It came from right next to him. Zaya had gone into her room as everything had ended. There was no need to worry. She had gone to bed and would probably forget about it before tomorrow. Zaya was a 'forgive and forget' kind of person, Kabir thought.
As Zaya got into her room, the first thing she did was to look at herself in the mirror. Oh, how beautiful she looked tonight. How lovely she dressed up for Kabir even though she knew of the kind of relationship they had.
She still tried to impress him, but yet, it was all a big fail. One by one, she took off the items on her body and headed for the bathroom for a good bath. She drenched herself in the shower for so long, lost in her thoughts and finally left the bathroom after an hour.
As she got into her bed and laid on it, her mind kept reviewing the events that had just happened hours ago. It was still the same thing she did in the bathroom, and now she was doing it again on her bed. Something about the two particular sentences Kabir said stuck with her. She just couldn't get them out of her mind or forget about them.
One of the two sentences that stuck with her was the one in which Kabir wished her dead. She could still hear it very loud and clear in her mind. It was like it was on a loop in her head, the words that Kabir said.
"Because you are not of importance to me. I do not care about how you feel and, frankly, I wished you were dead and out of my life!"
From Kabir's words, she could clearly guess where she stood in his life. She was not important to him. She was not the kind of person that he would give an organ to or come running frantically when he hears bad news about them even if it wasn't serious. That person would be Lara. Rather, she was the type of person in Kabir's life who he wanted to push off a cliff.
What hurt her most was when he said:
"This is just a contract marriage. I have nothing to offer to you because you were never my choice, so don't forget that!"
Immediately after, he walked away from her. She had thought that all her begging tonight would probably soften his mind, but still he was able to come up with something as wicked as what he said. She was well aware that it was just a contract marriage too, but she still tried all her best.
Kabir had always made it clear through his actions who his choice was, but when he spat out those words to her face, it made her realize that she definitely had no chance with him.
Zaya decided to wave her thoughts aside and stop thinking, if not, she wouldn't be able to catch some sleep. She was exhausted and desperately needed the rest, but she had one important thing to do before she went to bed.
She picked up her phone and turned on the power button to first look at the time. It was 5:15 a.m. and already morning. How could she fall asleep when it was already morning and her thoughts were disorganized? Above all, she still needed to sleep because she had to wake up early and get dressed for her workplace.
Zaya proceeded to dial a number on her phone and after the third ring, the person at the other side of the land picked up.
"Mother-in-law," Zaya called the person. "He did it again,"