Now Rizvi was well aware of Saif’s habits, and Saif was no longer a stranger to her.
That’s why she moved in and out of his room without hesitation, completely at ease.
If anything hadn’t changed, it was Saif’s hatred—directed solely at Rizvi.
It was evening. Saif was engrossed in a game on his phone—a warriors-style battle game. His teammates were online, and he was playing with intense focus. Suddenly, Rizvi walked into his room.
Saif glanced at her and said in an attitude-filled tone,
“Uff, yaar… that slipped out of my hands. Otherwise, I would’ve killed him.”
Rizvi looked at him, walked closer, and sat right in front of him. With a soft, almost teasing smile, she said,
“Well, here I am. Your chance hasn’t slipped away yet. Go on… kill me.”
Then, pausing slightly, she added,
“But before you do, at least tell me that girl’s name. So that after I die… I can come into both your dreams and ask—what was my fault? Why am I being punished because of the two of you?”
Saif was stunned. He stared at her, speechless for a moment, then said,
“How dare you talk to me like that? Let me show you your place.”
Rizvi raised her voice slightly and replied,
“Then go ahead—look at me. Look carefully. In fact, that’s exactly what I want… that you look only at me, and no one else.”
Saif was taken aback, clearly unsettled. Raising his voice, he said,
“That’s not what I meant when I said ‘look’… why are you getting so emotional?”
And just like that, the argument escalated.
In a fit of anger, Saif raised his hand at Rizvi—but before he could act, she spoke firmly,
“Don’t even think about it. Because if you raise your hand on me… I will go downstairs and tell everyone about your affair.”
She paused, then added with sharp certainty,
“And obviously… you wouldn’t want that. So don’t make that mistake.”
She continued, her voice steady but filled with restrained emotion,
“I tolerated your hatred all these days—but not so that you forget even the basic respect you owe me.”
“A man’s duty is to respect women, not insult them. And just because you can’t respect me doesn’t give you the right to humiliate me.”
“This right isn’t given to you… and not to any man in this world—to disrespect a woman like this.”
“Learn to respect women. Because a woman is the same person who is someone’s mother, wife, sister, or daughter.”
“And if you dare raise your hand on me… I won’t keep your secret anymore. The rest—you’re intelligent enough to understand what
will happen next.”
After saying all this, Rizvi walked away.
Saif burned with rage. Her words echoed in his mind. Determined to teach her a lesson, he devised a plan—one he shared with no one, not even Firoz.
The very next day, Saif organized a get-together party at his house. He invited a few of his close friends along with their wives, including his closest friend, Firoz.
There was a dress code—everyone had to wear a mask. Saif made sure to inform all his guests about it beforehand.
