The world is a very pro-women; the women here were strong, while men were more fragile. There no gender equality here . There is but just for name .
Sita and Felix got married due to a family alliance, though they heat eachothers there no spark of attraction between them. Felix is famous for his flirty charm, like a playboy—people often call him Casanova. Sita didn't expect anything from him . She just wanted some respect.
After the wedding, he brought his girlfriend Liya home and treated Sita like a servant and maid.Liya constantly made trouble for Sita, never missing a chance to insult her.Today was no different. Sita made food and served it. When Liya tasted it, she threw the whole plate in Sita's face.Sita faced daily humiliation, and her husband never helped—in fact, he made it worse.The world very crucial for her.
She didn't feel she belonged here. Felix had done so many mad things to her. She refused to be someone's servant anymore.She decided she wouldn't continue living like this.
.Sita lost her composure the instant Liya flung the plate. The food splattered across her face—sticky lentils and rice clinging to her cheeks and hair like a humiliating mask. Thankfully, it wasn't hot; her skin was saved from burns or numerous injuries. But this had gone too far."Okay, I am done with this!" Sita's voice cracked the air, sharp and unyielding, echoing off the apartment walls. She snatched a tissue from the table, wiping the mess furiously, the sticky residue smearing before it budged.Hearing her defiance, Felix—seated right next to Liya on the plush sofa—shot up. His blue eyes, shot with the rage. He had one of the most beautiful facials feacher . He is one of most beautiful man in his elite circle: sharp jawline, piercing eyes, wavy hair that mesmerized influencers and socialites alike. But his rotten heart made his parents force this marriage with Sita, someone he hated the most. His charm was a weapon, drawing admirers while he tormented her behind closed doors.Sita had always hoped—maybe someday he'd show her some respect, see the human in her . But two months in, and he never changed. : poor Sita, married to the Casanova beast." Liya smirked, fanning the flames with a mocking giggle, her nails tapping like claws. Felix's fragile ego bristled in this moment, he is men which his cruelty behind his pretty face ."You don't decide this," Felix snarled, stepping closer, his mesmerizing face twisting into rage. "You don't get the privilege." His voice dripped venom, but Sita stood taller, tissue crumpled in her fist. No more servant. The alliance that bound them was cracking— can she fight back? He is simmering like a storm in her life.
"What do you think of me? A maid?" Sita shot back, her voice trembling with fury as she sat into the nearest chair. The food mess was wiped away, and thankfully, her face was okay——just red cheeks from the impact and the sting of broken relation l. Her over sized tshirt was ruined, sticky patches drying into crusts, but her spirit ignited.
Felix's fingers drummed on the glass table, a rhythmic tap-tap-tap like a countdown to explosion. His expression was cold and detached, that beautiful face now a mask of ice. He glanced over at Sita, his eyes devoid of any sympathy or concern. His voice, when he spoke, was flat and emotionless."She's just a maid," he said simply, his gaze returning to Liya. "Her job is to obey and serve us, nothing more."Liya was enjoying the drama, lounging against him like a victory, her perfume—sharp jas—overpowering the messy food smell. "Exactly, darling. Go Back to the kitchen, maid!" The apartment felt smaller, walls closing in with the distant hum of broken. Sita's heart pounded. Two months of this: Felix's hate rooted in his parents' alliance, forcing him to wed her over his beutiful life. She gripped the chair arms, nails digging into wood, memories of every pain he cause—fueling her. In this crowded city she felt alone, but his mesmerising charm bought silence so far. Not anymore.
"Obey? Serve your girlfriend like some slave? This ends now," she whispered, eyes locking on his,
."I'm sorry, I didn't work for free. I will find a better master," Sita fired back, her voice laced with sarcasm, rising from the chair with squared shoulders. The sticky remnants on her clothes itched, but her glare burned hotter.Felix chuckled without any humor, his gaze sharp as knives. His fingers stilled on the table as he leaned forward, his tone taking on a dangerous edge."You seem to have forgotten your position. You are not here to find a 'better master'. You are here to serve me, and me alone."He smirked, leaning back in his chair with a casual arrogance."Or have you already forgotten who you belong to?
""Ohh, your girlfriend—I just remembered," Sita said, rolling her eyes dramatically, arms crossing over her chest. Liya gasped, clutching Felix's arm with painted nails, her face twisting in outrage. "How dare you!" she hissed, but Sita held her ground, heart racing. Felix's beautiful face darkened, his playboy charm cracking under the weight of his fragile ego—this is somthing he couldn't ignore. Thread, and Sita's words were the first real cut.
He stood slowly, his eyes landed on her . , the chair scraping back harshly against the floor as he loomed over Sita with a cold smirk."Careful," he said, voice low and mocking, "you're starting to sound jealous. And that would be pathetic… even for you."He circled her like a predator savoring the moment, his steps deliberate, shadow stretching across the spilled food remnants."Don't flatter yourself. I don't share my bed with servants."A cruel pause hung in the air, Liya snickering from the sofa."...But then again—neither do I share it with broken wives.
""Actually, I am done here. You can find someone else for servant—I don't want a manwhore. Thank you," Sita spat, chin lifted defiantly despite her racing pulse.Felix's expression darkened, anger flickering in his eyes like a storm. In one swift move, he grabbed her chin, his grip tight and bruising, forcing her to meet his gaze."You don't have the luxury of deciding if you're 'done here'," he hissed, his voice dripping with warning. "And you are not allowed to talk about me that way."He pushed her roughly away, her back hitting the chair edge, his gaze hard and unyielding."You belong to me, whether you like it or not. You signed that contract… and now you're mine. Remember that.
""Ohhh god, you need a therapist. You behave like psycho, I will appoint one for you," Sita retorted, rubbing her jaw, eyes blazing with fresh fire. Liya's was choked off into silence, the room thick with his boiling fury and her unbroken will..