Zaya descended the stairs the next morning, an enticing blend of youth and elegance. Dressed in a trendy crop top and baggy jeans, she exuded radiance from head to toe, her curly waves bouncing with each step, while the light makeup and lip gloss accentuated her natural beauty.
As she made her way into the dining room, where Kabir and Amaya were indulging in their English breakfast, Zaya quickly snatched a slice of toast from Amaya's plate, grinning mischievously at the woman's scowl.
Before Kabir could react, Zaya planted a quick kiss on his cheek and flashed him a playful smile.
"Bye, daughter-in-law. Bye, husband," she teased, her voice dripping with seduction. "This slut's got places to be!"
With a sassy flick of her hair, Zaya turned and strutted out the door, leaving Kabir dumbfounded, and Amaya fuming with anger. Zaya's plan to get under their skin had worked perfectly, and she reveled in the chaos she'd left in her wake.
