Chanchala Saxena calls the waiter, who approaches with a tray full of drinks. "Yes, madam?" he asks. Chanchala picks up a glass from the tray and hands it to Jay. He hesitates, shaking his head. "I've stopped drinking," he replies firmly.
Chanchala's eyes widen in surprise. "Jay, since when did you stop drinking? Hmm..." she murmurs, placing her hand on his chest. She was deliberately dressed in a revealing outfit, trying to seduce Jay. Since childhood, she had been fond of him. When Jay was 25, Saxena had approached Digvijay to propose marriage between Jay and Chanchala. But Jay had outright refused, saying he only considered Chanchala a good friend.
Chanchala had been devastated by his rejection, nearly driven to madness. She tried everything she could think of to make Jay hers, but it only deepened the rift between them, and Jay grew even more distant. Frustration flared in Jay's eyes as he grabbed her hand, pushing it away. "Miss Chanchala, behave yourself," he snapped.
Tears glimmered in Chanchala's eyes as she swallowed her hurt. "What did I do wrong, Jay? Why are you behaving like this?" she asked, her voice cracking. But Jay said nothing, simply turning away and walking off with Shivani. Saxena watched the scene from afar, anger simmering just beneath the surface. He grabbed Chanchala by the arm, pulling her aside. "What do you think you're doing, Chanchala?" he hissed.
Grinding her teeth, Chanchala retorted, "Dad, what did I do?" Saxena's eyes darkened. "He's married now. And you..." Before he could finish, Chanchala waved him off and sauntered away, joining her friends.
Meanwhile, Jay guided Shivani to a nearby chair and went off to fetch some juice. From a distance, someone was watching Shivani intently. It was none other than Saxena's son, Kundan. Chanchala caught sight of her brother's gaze and, smirking, excused herself from her friends to join him. Sipping her drink, she leaned in. "Beautiful, isn't she?" she whispered.
Kundan, still staring, nodded dreamily. "Yeah...very sexy. Hot," he murmured, his eyes clouded with desire.
Chanchala chuckled darkly. "You want her, don't you?" she teased.
Kundan, still lost in thought, nodded again. "Yes...I want her...to have her...right now," he confessed, almost unaware he was speaking aloud. Chanchala laughed at his bold confession. He snapped back to reality, flustered. "Sis! When did you come?" he stammered.
Chanchala raised an eyebrow. "Little bro, I know you like her. You want to make her yours, right?" Kundan rubbed the back of his neck, looking embarrassed. "Yeah, but...she's Jay's wife. How is that even possible?" he asked, desperation edging his voice.
Chanchala smirked, swirling her drink. "Everything is possible. Nothing is impossible. Understand?" she whispered confidently. She leaned in, whispering something in Kundan's ear. His eyes widened with surprise. "What an idea, Sis!" he exclaimed, his excitement clear. But then his expression darkened. "But...if Jay finds out, he'll kill me," he said nervously.
Chanchala sipped her drink, waving her hand dismissively. "He won't be able to do anything," she assured him.
Moments later, Jay returned with two glasses of juice and handed one to Shivani. She accepted it with a smile, and they sat down, chatting lightly. Jay told her a joke, and Shivani laughed, the sound of her laughter cutting through the noise of the party. Chanchala watched from afar, her eyes blazing with jealousy. Her nails dug into her palms as she whispered to herself, "Just a little longer, Jay...and then your so-called wife will be in my brother's bed."
Just then, Jay's phone began to ring. The noise of the party drowned out the voice on the other end, so he turned to Shivani. "You stay here. I'll take this call and be right back," he said, squeezing her hand before stepping outside.
The moment Jay left, Chanchala signaled to her brother. Kundan, slightly tipsy, swaggered over to Shivani. "Hi, Miss Beautiful," he slurred, his breath heavy with alcohol. Shivani barely glanced at him, turning her face away, disgusted by the stench of liquor.
Unfazed, Kundan moved in front of her. "So much attitude...I like it," he said, his eyes raking over her. "Why did you marry an old man?" he sneered, then answered his own question. "Oh, I know...because he's rich, right?"
Shivani's eyes darted toward the exit where Jay had gone, her heart pounding. Kundan continued, "You must be stuck with him out of helplessness. Listen, I can take care of you and your brother...all your expenses," he leaned in closer, whispering, "I can satisfy you in bed more than Jay ever could. I'll pay you for a night—more money than you've ever seen."
A sharp slap echoed across the hall as Shivani's hand connected with Kundan's cheek. The entire party fell silent, heads turning to see the commotion.
Kundan touched his cheek, disbelief flashing across his face. "How dare you?" he roared, raising his hand to strike her. But before he could, a fist collided with his face, sending him sprawling to the floor.
It was Jay. His eyes blazed with fury as he grabbed Kundan by the collar, yanking him up and throwing punch after punch. Blood spurted from Kundan's nose. Saxena rushed over, pulling Jay back, apologizing profusely, and hurriedly dragging Kundan away.
Jay turned to Shivani, his eyes softening. He pulled her into his arms. "Are you okay?" he whispered, concern evident in his voice. Shivani nodded, her eyes still brimming with tears.
But Kundan's drunken haze had long vanished, replaced with rage. His hands clenched into fists as he muttered, "You slapped me? Miss Beautiful, you've made the biggest mistake of your life. Get ready to face the consequences."
He pulled out his phone, making a call. After a few moments of hushed conversation, he hung up and smirked. "Jay Singhania, neither you nor your so-called wife will be able to show your faces after tonight," he snarled.
Chanchala joined him, a twisted smile playing on her lips. Together, they plotted something sinister, and the party's glimmering lights now seemed to flicker with foreboding darkness.