Rayan and Ayesha came back from Maldives after 7 days.
Their faces were glowing, hands holding each other at the airport.
Reporters were there to click them.
“Cinderella returns!” one reporter shouted.
But inside the car, Ayesha’s phone rang again.
This time it was not Mehwish.
It was her hotel manager.
“Madam Ayesha, you have to come to hotel urgently!
Something very bad happened!” Rayan told the driver, “Go to Royal Grand Hotel first.” When they reached, Ayesha was shocked.
Outside her hotel, 50 people were protesting with banners: “BOYCOTT THIS HOTEL – OWNER IS A GOLD DIGGER!” “WE WANT OLD MANAGEMENT BACK!” News channels were there, live telecasting.
Inside, Zara and Sana were standing with Mehwish, smiling.
Mehwish had posted that old kissing photo of her and Rayan from 7 years ago on Instagram last night with caption: “My Rayan is still mine.
He married this waitress because she blackmailed him with pregnancy.
Truth will come out soon.
#JusticeForMehwish” That post had 100k likes overnight.
And Zara had called all her model friends to boycott the hotel.
Sana had told Dadi Jaan that Ayesha was having an affair with a waiter named Bilal.
Ayesha looked at the protest and her legs started shaking.
“Rayan…
my hotel…
on my first day as owner…” Rayan’s face turned red with anger.
He had seen this coming, but not this dirty.
He went out of the car and shouted at the protesters, “Who sent you?
How much did they pay you?
500 rupees each?
Get out from my wife’s hotel right now or I will call police!” The protesters got scared seeing Rayan Ahmed himself shouting and ran away.
News channels turned their cameras to Rayan.
Rayan took the mic from a news reporter.
“Listen to me, all media!
This hotel is owned by my wife, Mrs.
Ayesha Rayan Ahmed.
And this protest is fake, paid by some jealous exes.
I have proof!
My security camera shows Zara and Sana paying money to these people this morning!” He showed CCTV footage on his phone to the media.
In the footage, Zara was giving money to a man.
Clear proof.
Media turned their cameras to Zara.
“Zara, is this true?
Did you pay them?” Zara’s face turned white.
“No!
No!
It’s…
it’s edited!” Sana tried to run, but Dadi Jaan came from behind.
Dadi had come with her stick.
“You two witches!
Again?
On the first day of my granddaughter-in-law’s hotel?
How much more will you fall?” Dadi shouted and hit Sana with her stick lightly.
“Get out!
Both of you!
And you, who are you?” She pointed to Mehwish.
Mehwish came forward confidently.
“I am Mehwish, Rayan’s first love.
Dadi, you don’t know, Rayan promised to marry me 7 years ago!
He left me and now married this…” Rayan interrupted, “Mehwish, enough!
Yes, we were in college together 7 years ago.
Yes, we dated for 2 months.
And yes, you cheated on me with my best friend!
You were caught kissing him in the library!
I didn’t leave you, YOU cheated on me!
And now you post a 7-year-old photo to blackmail me?
Do you have any shame?” Ayesha looked at Mehwish.
“You cheated on him and now you are saying he left you?” Mehwish was exposed.
She had no answer.
She started crying fake tears.
“Rayan, I made a mistake 7 years ago, but I still love you!
I can’t see you with her!” Rayan held Ayesha’s hand tightly.
“I love my wife.
Only my wife.
And if any of you three come near my wife or her hotel again, I will file a harassment case and you will be in jail!
Get out!” Security threw the three witches out of the hotel.
After they left, Ayesha hugged Rayan and cried.
“Rayan, why do all your exes hate me?
What did I do?” “You did nothing, J