"Maya is a nice name. I like it."

Both of them ate a simple dinner. But it was his lack of table manners that was irritating her. Plus because of this fellow, English and Hindi languages had died in the most gruesome manner.

"Come, let's room," he said and placed his hand on her waist. She took a deep breath.

Who says 'come, let's room?' It is 'come, let us go to room' or something like that. Only because my blood boils when I remember of what Fatima Aapa had to endure, I agreed to kill him.

"Maya, my new girlfrand what are you thinking?"

I would rather die than become his girlfrand. Stupid bastard!

"Nothing," she replied. He pulled her right cheek and remarked, "Naati girl!"

Regi, control. Don't kill him now

Maya smiled at him. He grinned back exposing his pale yellow teeth. She winced for a second but composed herself. The mastermind was watching all these events from safe distance. His facial muscles twitched revealing slight tension. He had a verbal fight with the girl who was supposed to come to meet Aashish. She argued that she was caught in heavy traffic. He made her leave the place after throwing some expletives at her. The pair entered into the lift. As the door closed, he gulped.

***

"Maya, come here," he ordered and lay on the bed. His back was facing Maya.

"Just a minute, Sir," she said and opened the zip of the purse.

"You take too much time. Just like that Fatima..."

The word was enough as she felt a strong urge to bang the ceramic vase on the table that was next to her, on his head.

"... that girl was shomething dipherent. See had guts to oppuse myself. I would have led a happy life but her bad father and his contacts ruined myself life."

Regi! This not time to think about his English.

She broke the seal of insulin bottle and took out the injection.

"I used to luve that phear in her eyes," he said and stood up.

"What is taking so long to come here? Sow me what you're doing?"

She tensed and started breathing heavily. He placed his hand on her left shoulder. Her reflexes were provoked to protect her. She grabbed the vase with her right arm and swirled hitting his head. If it would have been a blow on his temple, it would have been fatal. Or at least some internal hemorrhage would have occured. But Maya was oblivious of this.

By the time he was still recovering from his blow, she quickly followed steps of filling insulin in the syringe. Before she could check for air bubble in it, he banged her head on the table. She screamed in pain.

***

Glossary:-

Aapa: Elder sister in Urdu