THE DRESS

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 at a place which he could strike effectively and do damage. The person opened the door and Kabir striked! 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 hand bag 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 oh…" 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 of 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 was looking soooo 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."

In this 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 jewelries 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 face. Zafar, on the other hand, dusted off his suit, ready to welcome his date. Zaya was happy with the way things were going.

She arrived down the stairs, particularly at where Zafar and Kabir were.

"Did you just try to hit my boyfriend, Kabir?" Zaya asked confidently.