Mumbai â Club
Haya looked ahead and saw a breathtakingly beautiful couple kissing each other passionately. She whispered to herself, "There's too much shamelessness here."
Hearing this, Falak chuckled and replied softly, "It's not shamelessness, Bhabhi. This is normal here. Forget all this! Come, I'll introduce you to my friends. Trust me, they'll be so happy to meet you."
Haya smiled at Falak's enthusiasm and walked with her. To her surprise, the situation was nothing like she had imagined. Everyone there was quite nice, and Falak's friends were not spoiled rich girls as she had assumed. Instead, they were well-mannered, sensible, and thoughtful young women.
Haya felt guilty for judging them so quickly. How could I think like that about such wonderful girls? she wondered, lowering her head in embarrassment.
One of the girls, noticing her hesitation, giggled and said, "You are truly adorable! I told Falak just yesterday that her Bhabhi is one of the best in the worldânot just in terms of beauty but in every way! And thank you so much, Haya, for coming to my birthday party."
Hearing this, Haya smiled warmly and responded, "You all are Falak's friends, which means you're like my friends too. I really liked all of you when I met you yesterday."
She then looked at them again and said gently, "Please don't worry about me. I'm fine. You all should enjoy the party."
Falak, however, immediately intervened and said, "No, Bhabhi! I'm staying with you. Don't worry."
Haya, amused by her concern, reassured her, "Oh, come on, Falak! I'm really fine. You should enjoy yourself."
Saying this, she walked to a quieter corner of the club, away from the loud music and crowd, and sat down, taking a deep breath.
She had been sitting there for an hour now.
While Falak and her friends were lost in the rhythm of the dance floor, Haya sat quietly, watching them enjoy themselves. She wasn't dancing, but she was having fun just observing them. However, what she didn't realize was that a pair of deep, intense eyes had been watching her closely all this time.
Just as she was about to confront that mysterious gaze, her phone rang. She glanced at the screenâMannat Ji.
Haya smiled and answered, "Yes, Maa, tell me."
But she couldn't hear anything. The loud music in the club was drowning out the voice on the other end. She frowned slightly and said, "Maa, hold on a minute. I can't hear you properly. I'll go outside and call you back."
Signaling to Falak that she was stepping out, Haya quickly made her way toward the exit. As soon as she reached the garden area, a wave of calmness washed over her. Away from the deafening beats of the club, the silence here felt comforting.
She dialed the number again.
Mannat Ji's voice came through softly, but there was concern laced in her words. "Haya, dear, are you alright? We checked your room, and you weren't there. Where are you? Are you with Rudraksh?"
Hearing his name, Haya's breath hitched for a moment. She sighed and replied, "No, Maa, I'm with Falak. It's her friend's birthday party. We'll be back soon, so please don't worry."
Saying this, she ended the call.
As she took a deep breath, she looked around and realizedâshe was completely alone. Not a single soul was in sight. Without a second thought, she turned back towards the way she had come. Or at least, she thought she had.
Within a few minutes, confusion took over. The place was nothing short of a mazeâidentical rooms, winding hallways, and dim lighting. She tried retracing her steps, but everything looked unfamiliar. Where exactly had she come from?
Haya ran a frustrated hand over her forehead and muttered, "Now what do I do?"
Then, an idea struck herâCall Falak!
Without wasting another second, she dialed Falak's number. But with all the music and noise inside, there was no way Falak could hear her phone ringing.
Haya sighed, looking around nervously. She was completely lost.
Haya quickly spotted a waiter and rushed towards him.
"Excuse me! There's a birthday party happening in one of the rooms. Can you please tell me the room number?" she asked urgently.
The waiter gave her a strange look before responding, "Madam, there are birthday parties happening in almost every other room. Which one are you talking about?" He squinted at her, as if trying to recall something. "You do look familiar..."
Before he could say anything more, Haya quickly pulled up her scarf to cover part of her face. "Just tell me, please," she insisted.
The waiter let out a small sigh and said, "Madam, every room here has some kind of party going on. Unless you tell me the room number, how am I supposed to help you?"
Haya bit her lip, thinking hard. "There must be some way to find it, right? I... I just forgot which direction I came from."
The waiter thought for a moment before saying, "Tell me the name of the birthday person. Maybe then I can help."
Haya froze. What was her name? She had completely forgotten.
Seeing her hesitate, the waiter grew impatient and muttered under his breath, What kind of girl is this? Shows up in such an expensive club and doesn't even know where she's supposed to be?
Still, keeping his frustration hidden, he forced a polite smile and said, "Madam, why don't you just sit in the waiting area? I'll ask the staff."
But it was a lie. He had no intention of helping her. He just wanted to get rid of her.
Haya, however, understood his intentions. Without another word, she turned away and started walking again. The waiter, relieved, went on his way as well.
She kept walking, scanning her surroundings carefully.
Finally, she stopped in front of a room from where loud voices were coming. This must be the one, she thought, feeling a bit of relief.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside.
But the moment she did, she realized she had made a mistake.
Inside the room, four men were lounging comfortably, their expensive clothes and expensive drinks making it obvious they were rich. The second they noticed her, all conversations stopped, and their eyes locked onto her.
Haya's heart skipped a beat. "S-Sorry... I'm really sorry," she stammered, immediately turning to leave.
But before she could step out, one of the men swiftly blocked the door.
"Hey! Why are you scared?" he said, his voice laced with amusement.
Haya's pulse quickened. "Excuse me?" she said, her voice firm despite the fear creeping up her spine. "Look, I entered the wrong room by mistake. I apologize. Now, please move aside."
But the men didn't seem interested in letting her go.
They had come here for a night of indulgence, having booked women for their entertainment. But seeing Haya, they seemed to have forgotten all of that.
They didn't know who she was.
Haya's blood ran cold.
The second man smirked and said, "The boss is running late anyway. How about we take turns satisfying ourselves?"
His disgusting words sent a shiver down Haya's spine. Her fists clenched tightly, but she forced herself to stay calm.
Her eyes darted towards the bottles of alcohol placed on the table nearby. She was delicate, not the kind of girl who could physically overpower someone. She could silence people with her words, but four menâeach twice her sizeâwere beyond her control.
Yet, she refused to let fear show on her face.
With a blank expression, she took a slow step back. "Stay away from me," she warned, her voice steady but laced with underlying rage. "You have no idea how much this will cost you."
The men, however, only laughed.
One of them lunged forward, grabbing her wrist roughly. Before she could react, he shoved her onto the sofa, making her gasp.
Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Her heart pounded, but her mind worked fast.
The very next second, she snatched a glass liquor bottle from the table and smashed it against the man's head.
A sickening crack echoed in the room. The man let out a painful groan and collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
But there were still three left.
They paused for a moment, their eyes burning with rage, and then stepped toward herâanger and something far more dangerous gleaming in their gaze.
They had no idea whose wife they were standing in front of.
"Will Haya be able to escape from these beasts? What will happen next? To find out, read 'The Devil's Sweet Sin'."