Chapter 39
Author's POV:
Aayat sat in her office chair, her gaze sharp, bouncing between Ayaan and Hayaat. The silence inside the glass cabin was thick enough to cut through, broken only by the ticking of the sleek clock on the wall.
Her voice came low, firm, but edged with disbelief.
“Tum dono ek dusre ko jante ho?”
Before Hayaat could even open her mouth, Ayaan lifted his hand, pointing straight at her with narrowed eyes.
“Chor hain ye…”
Both Aayat and Hayaat froze.
“What?!” they exclaimed in unison, shock dripping from their voices.
Arjun, who had just stepped in with a file, blinked at the scene, utterly confused.
“Sir… what are you saying? hayaat Ma'am is company ki CFO hain.”
But Ayaan didn’t flinch. His eyes stayed locked on Hayaat as he barked:
“Damagh kharab ho gaya hain tumhara… lut le gi ye tumhe bhi.”
Hayaat’s face flared red, anger bubbling.
“Pagal ho kya tum? Kya bakwaas kar rahe ho?”
Ayaan leaned on Aayat’s desk, closer, voice low but sharp as glass.
“Yaad hai us din mein ne tumhein bataya tha ek scammer se mila tha? Ye wahi hain. Pehle meri chair pe kabza kiya, phir mujhse advice mangi… phir coffee ke paise bhi main ne bhare. Aur ab tumhare office mein ghus gayi hain.”
Aayat pinched the bridge of her nose, frustration peaking.
“Ayaan… hosh mein ho tum? Jante ho ye kaun hain?”
But Ayaan only smirked bitterly.
“Acha se janta hoon… chor hain ye.”
Hayaat’s jaw tightened, hands clenched by her sides.
“Excuse me! Chor nahi hoon main. Us din bas paise dena bhool gayi thi… aur jab main wapas gayi, tum paise de kar ja chuke the. Aur mein tab se soch rahi thi, kitna acha insaan tha.”
Ayaan crossed his arms, chin tilted proudly.
“Acha insaan toh main hoon.”
Hayaat snapped back, sarcasm lacing every word.
“Galat fehmi thi wo meri.”
She pulled out a note from her bag, slapped it in his hand.
“Ye pure 500 hain. Coffee ke paise kat lena… aur baaki tip rakh lena.”
Ayaan shoved it back toward her, his glare unwavering.
“Apne paise apne paas rakho. Abhi niklo is yaha se.”
Before Hayaat could retort, Aayat’s calm but sharp voice cut through.
“Ayaan… ye meri behen hain.”
The room went silent. Even Arjun’s jaw nearly dropped. Ayaan’s eyes widened, then he turned, pointing at Hayaat as if confirming the biggest scandal.
“Ye… tumhari behen hain?!”
He blinked twice, then squinted at her.
“Kya naam tha tumhara?… Haa.... Hayati.”
“Mujhe Hayati mat bulao!” Hayaat shot back instantly.
Ayaan smirked wickedly.
“Hayati nahi toh kya… haathi bulau?”
Hayaat gasped, spinning toward Aayat.
“Api! Kya main apko haathi lagti hoon?”
Before Aayat could respond, the office door burst open and Rayyan walked in. His commanding presence instantly shifted the energy in the room.
“Yahan kya ho raha hai?”
Aayat muttered under her breath, almost defeated:
“Bas ab iski kami thi… ye bhi aa gaya.”
Hayaat ignored everyone else, marching straight to Rayyan.
“Rayyan bhai! Kya main haathi jaisi lagti hoon?”
Ayaan chuckled from behind, throwing the dagger.
“Galti ho gayi… haathi nahi… baby haathi.”
Arjun couldn’t help it; he burst into laughter. Even Aayat’s lips twitched before she forced herself to cover with a fake cough.
“Api! Aap bhi…?” Hayaat cried dramatically.
Rayyan blinked, utterly lost, then glanced at Ayaan, who was laughing like he’d just won a war.
Hayaat:
"Badi hasi a rahi hain tumhe.... khud pr gor kiya hain kabhi, ertugrul ghazi k noyan lagte ho...."
Hearing this, rayyan started laughing.
“ Oh hello tum kyu has rahay ho?” Ayaan snapped at Rayyan.
Rayyan ignored him, turned to Aayat with calm authority.
“Chalo Aayat… hum coffee peene chalte hain.”
Ayaan immediately cut in, stepping forward.
“Ye mere saath jayegi. Pehle main aya hoon.”
Hayaat’s eyes sparkled with mischief, whispering to herself:
“Oh… ek anaar do beemar. Interesting.”
Rayyan’s jaw tightened.
“Wo meri biwi hai. Mere saath jayegi.”
Ayaan snorted, mocking laugh escaping.
“tumhare saath jayegy? ... Shakal dekhi hai apni?”
Rayyan squared his shoulders.
“Tumse toh behtar hi hoon.”
Ayaan leaned closer, taunting:
“Behtar? Sade hue karele jaisi shakal hai tumhari. Hatto ab mere agay se.”
Rayyan stepped forward, about to answer when Aayat finally snapped, slamming her palm on the desk.
“Khamosh ho jao! Tum sab! Lagte hi nahi ho CEO ho tum dono.....Dimagh kha gaye ho mera.”
Ayaan smirked, muttering under his breath:
“ khaye gay kaise?...Wo toh tumhare paas hai hi nahi…”
Rayyan shot him a glare, then looked back at Aayat, pointing toward Ayaan.
“Haan hota toh ye tumhara dost nahi hota.”
Arjun and Hayaat both laughed openly this time. Hayaat shook her head.
“Baat toh sahi hai. Api… aap ne kya soch kar is duffer se dosti ki thi?”
Ayaan immediately shot back, pointing at Rayyan.
“Jo soch kar tumhari api ne is langoor se shaadi ki thi.”
Rayyan’s fists clenched, ready to retaliate, but his phone rang. He glanced at the screen, then answered. His face fell, the color draining slightly as he turned serious.
“Ji… Abu… main aa raha hoon.”
He cut the call, silence stretching for a second. Everyone was staring.
“Kya hua?” Aayat asked quickly.
Rayyan hesitated, his gaze brushing across the room before landing back on her.
“Abu ki call thi. Ramsha ki company… I don’t know kya hua hai, lekin Abu pareshaan lag rahe the. Zyada toh nahi pata, par kuch theek nahi lag raha mujhe. Mujhe jana hoga.”
Without waiting, he left the room.
The tension hung heavy in the air. Aayat glanced sideways at Ayaan, who now had a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. He didn’t say a word, but Hayaat noticed—every flicker of expression.
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Hayaat walked with Ayaan out of Aayat’s office, her arms crossed, eyes narrowed.
“Ye sab tumne aur Api ne kiya hai na…?”
Ayaan arched a brow, pretending confusion.
“Tum kis bare mein baat kar rahi ho?”
Hayaat rolled her eyes.
“Anjan mat bano.”
Ayaan smirked, voice low.
“Chota sa dimagh hai tumhara… toh usey sahi jagah istamal karo na. Faltu kaamon mein dimaag mat lagao.”
He turned to leave, but Hayaat’s voice followed him, playful yet sharp.
“Acha toh… sahi jagah istamal karti hoon phir. Toh kya tum meri Api ko pasand karte ho?”
Ayaan stopped dead. He whipped around, stepping closer, scanning the hall to ensure no one else was nearby. His voice dropped to a hiss.
“Tumhara dimagh kharab hai? Agar kisi ne sun liya toh…”
Hayaat grinned knowingly.
“Matlab main sahi keh rahi hoon.”
“Aisa kuch nahi hai!” Ayaan shot back quickly.
“Toh phir darr kyu rahe ho?” she teased.
His jaw ticked. “Muh band karo aur ja kar kaam karo.”
Hayaat smirked, leaning casually against the wall.
“Mere kaam ki tension mat lo. Tum apna dekho. Jaldi karo… warna Rayyan bhai phir se Api ka dil jeet lenge, aur tum bas yahan khade dekhte reh jaoge.”
Ayaan’s nostrils flared, voice firm.
“Aisa kabhi nahi hoga. Aayat kabhi nahi jayegi uske saath.”
Hayaat’s tone softened, but her words were sharp.
“Mohabbat karne walon par bharosa nahi karna chahiye. Kya pata kab kya kar jayein. Jaldi karo, warna khaali haath reh jaoge.”
She started walking toward her cabin, but paused at the door, turning back.
“Aur ek aur baat, mere Noyan… mera vote tumhare liye hoga. Main tumhara saath hoon.”
She winked before slipping inside.
Ayaan stared after her, momentarily stunned, then scoffed, shaking his head.
“Mujhe tumhare vote ki zaroorat nahi hai… chote haathi.”
His laughter echoed down the corridor as he walked away.
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