Kabir arrived home from work after a stress-filled day. Finally, it was the weekend, and he would be able to relax and unwind from all the stress he had received. Kabir pulled up in the driveway, took a deep breath of relief after turning off the car and picked up his briefcase, opened the car door to go into the house.
He just wanted to lay down and receive a good massage. Tonight, he wanted to be taken care of immensely. However, he was hopeful that Zaya would have already made a good meal for him. Although they didn't talk much, he was quite grateful that she always made him meals, even though he was bad to her. He never showed gratitude for the meals she made, but deep within he appreciated it and was thinking about what she would make today.
Kabir opened the door to the house with his fingerprint and got in. He met the house looking as quiet as possible and wondered if Zaya was around. He slumped onto the sofas and let out a long sigh of relief. He was extremely exhausted and needed a good rest. He dropped his briefcase on the table and took off his suit jacket and tie, loosened some buttons on his white shirt and ran his fingers through his hair before he let out another sigh. With the way he was feeling, he might actually fall sick and ask Zaya to take care of him.
After what seemed like five to ten minutes, Kabir got a notification from his phone from the House Manager System that someone had accessed the gate. Unknown identity, it read. Kabir became alarmed. Who had entered his house that his house manager was unable to identify? It couldn't be Zaya or his family members because his house manager could recognize them. What was more alarming was how did the person know the pass code to the door?
Kabir, who had been feeling a little bit drowsy, immediately stood up as he heard what seemed like a car approaching. He picked the closest thing next to him that he could use as a weapon of defense. It was the flower vase on top of the table. Kabir walked slowly to the door and hid behind it discreetly. He could hear the person punching the pin to the front door. How did they know the pin?
The door made a sound signifying that it had opened after the pin had been entered. As the person twisted the door handle to go in, Kabir positioned himself and a place which he could strike effectively and do damage. The person opened the door and Kabir struck! Although he was fast, he was not as fast as the other person…. Zafar.
Zafar was able to dodge the attack by moving swiftly to the right. The flower vase fell to the ground shattering while Zafar made his way inside. The shatter from the flower vase was loud enough for Zaya to hear, and it startled her. She made her way downstairs thinking that Kabir might be in danger or something bad might have happened. Zaya picked up her handbag and put on her heels as she headed downstairs frantically worried.
"Attempted murder? Kabir Asad, how much do you hate me?" Zafar asked cunningly as he smirked in satisfaction.
Kabir was taken aback by the presence of Zafar. What shocked him most was the appearance of Zafar. Zafar was exquisitely dressed, like he was going for a date. But who was he going with? Kabir thought.
"What are you doing here, Zafar?" Kabir asked.
"Oh! Forgive my manners, I am here to pick up my girlfriend. We are going out on a romantic date," Zafar said happily.
"What do you mean your girlfriend? Who is your girlfriend here?" Kabir asked in utter confusion.
"Zaya, of course. Zara Mars is my girlfriend," Zafar said to him.
"Zaya? My wife?" Kabir asked in disbelief.
"Yes, that Zaya. Your wife is my girlfriend," Zafar said as he smirked in satisfaction.
"You better be kidding me!" Kabir said with a hint of anger in his tone.
"Why are you getting angry?" Zafar asked.
"I thought you told her you didn't love her. You mistreated her because she wasn't Lara and you expect her to stay faithful to you while you frolic around with Lara?" Zafar added.
"Don't you dare speak about me! You have no right to meddle in my married life!" Kabir roared.
Zafar laughed out loud, spiting Kabir.
"She is no longer only yours and I must tell you, you are missing out because Zaya is a monster in bed. She is such a seductress and…" Zafar was saying before Kabir gripped onto his shirt ready to punch him.
"Kabir, stop! Don't you dare!" Zaya warned from the top of the staircase. She had arrived just in time before Kabir punched Zaya.
Zaya had actually stopped halfway before arriving due to fear. She was afraid that she might mess things up and not be able to carry out the plan as her mother-in-law said she should. She stopped and took a breath in and out while motivating herself with 'You can do it' countless times. She remembered the warning that Mrs Salma gave to her.
If Kabir were to notice that it was all fake, then that would be the end of the plan. She decided to act well. This was what she wanted. She took a breath in and out before she headed again for the stairs where she met Kabir about to punch Zafar.
She immediately screamed out to Kabir as she made her way down the stairs. Zafar and Kabir were utterly stunned, surprised even and amazed by the presence of Zaya. She looked so good. Too good. Kabir did not know when he let go of Zafar's suit, completely lost in Zaya.
He couldn't believe his eyes. He never knew that Zaya could be this beautiful. When? How? What? So many thoughts crossed his mind. His gaze was completely focused on Zaya's dress.
As Zaya stepped out onto the stairs, her presence evoked a heady mix of desire and admiration from Kabir and Zafar, fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of her in this magnetic dress. Her gaze held a mischievous glint, and a playful smile danced upon her lips, daring her date to succumb to the spell she effortlessly cast.
Zaya stepped out for her date night, draped in an alluring, seductive dress that effortlessly commanded the attention of both Kabir and Zafar. The dress, elegantly tailored to her curves, was a bewitching shade of midnight black, gleaming with a subtle sheen that caught the faintest glimmers of light, making her seem almost ethereal.
The plunging V-neckline teased with a hint of cleavage, skillfully balancing allure and sophistication, while delicate, silver-encrusted straps caressed her shoulders with a tantalizing touch.
As she moved down the stairs, the dress gracefully embraced her figure, hugging her every contour like a second skin, accentuating her shape, and whispering secrets of enchantment. Its luxurious fabric cascaded down to her knees, subtly swishing with each step, teasing an occasional glimpse of her toned legs, adorned with a pair of strappy, high-heeled sandals that completed the captivating ensemble.
The dress unveiled just enough skin to create an air of mystery, leaving plenty to the imagination. Its form-fitting silhouette gracefully hinted at her confidence and alluring charm, while the intricate lace embroidery embellished with shimmering sequins added a touch of delicate sensuality. The dress seemed to possess an allure of its own, inviting the viewer into a world of elegance, allure, and intrigue, as if whispering to her: "Embrace your power and captivate the night."
At that moment, Zaya radiated an intoxicating aura of confidence and allure, embodying a seductive elegance that would linger in the memory of all who dared to look her way. Her dress became a symbol of her inner strength, an exquisite armor that wrapped her in an irresistible charm, ensuring her presence would remain etched in the minds of Kabir and Zafar, who had the pleasure of encountering her that night.
Zaya purposely paired the set of jewelry that Mrs. Salma got for her to see if Kabir would notice. As she walked down the stairs, with her heels making a sound with every step she took, she could see the look of surprise and admiration on both Kabir's and Zafar's faces. Zafar, on the other hand, dusted off his suit, ready to welcome his date. Zaya was happy with the way things were going.
She went down the stairs, particularly to where Zafar and Kabir were.
"Did you just try to hit my boyfriend, Kabir?" Zaya asked confidently.