Maya's POV- 31st October 2016 epsiode

Hi guys. Even though beyhad's story is a bit slow but I admire the characters and am a fan of Jennifer and Kushal. So, after watching yesterday's episode I had the urge of exploring in depth Maya's emotions and so I've analysed the epsidoe from her perspective.

I hope you guys enjoy reading it :) Feedback would be highly appreciated :)

So I have just stepped out of my room and what I see is that one of the windows of main hall of my house is open. I shiver with fear thinking its my so called 'father' who never deserved to be called a father...The person who had ruined mine and my mother's life. I run to my mother and she accompanies me to the hall where we see the window open with a pair of hands trying to just break into our house.

We stand in anticipation and fear of who it could be. By this point my mind had already imagined Ishweer, some robber or ghost and a 1000 other worse things but what it missed out on was the 'person' who actually broke into. Person, oh no, he does not fit the definition of a person by any standards. Normal people are supposed to act in expected ways, use pre defined ways of entering a house but no, that's just impossible for him. So he's not a person, he is a...monkey :D, a very stubborn one!)

So Arjun comes inside and starts flirting with my mom. I order him to get out but the response I get in return catches me off guard. He tells me to get out first as I had locked myself in the room since two days. I feel as if someone had gained unauthorised access to my life, to the situations I was going through. Why couldn't people mind their own business? So I ask how he got my number and he starts annoying me again with how I was not the president and other lame stuff! God! Why can't people keep their replies short and to the point? It would save for both of us, our time! But no!

I am furious and walk upto him, demanding an explanation as to what he thought of himself to be and how he could do things at his convenience and in ways that were outrageously arjunish (read: cake therapy). I don't understand why screaming at him and having him listen to me diligently gives me a feeling of relief from within. But it does feel good! Anyway, he keeps moving backwards until he falls. As soon as I mention the kind of person he is, the tables turn.

Now it's arjun's turn to take over. He stands up and states confidently how proud he is to be not like me! He has the audacity to tell me that I'm 'sanki', 'off' and 'satki hui' and then corrects himself immediately by saying 'nai, satki hui zyada hogaya but sanki ho' and that I was not normal at all! It's strange that coming from him these words didn't offend me! It's like someone finally has the courage to see and state their thoughts about the 'real me' (not the exact real me but rather see me with a depth no one has and none usually bother to). His words offer more solace than harm. And then he goes on to tell me how my reactions to situations are different from the rest. Then he asks me what my problem was and whether I never had any friends who smeared cake over my face on my birthday. I'm instantly reminded of my intense experience with cake involving my father and I cringe. But I quickly compose myself.

He tells me that he has come for getting a contract signed by me. Upon knowing that he needs me, its my turn to tell him who the boss is! I refuse to sign it because it's my company and If there is a loss, I will incur it. But Arjun apologises saying that I should not punish others for his fault. Sometimes I wonder how people can care so much about others. If only my father had cared that much about our family...

Anyways, I tell Arjun that his mere apology is not enough. He tells me he cannot get locked in the restroom again :D This time I have thought of a new way of teaching him discipline. I state my condition for signing the contract is that he should return downstairs from the balcony instead of stairs 'jis raaste se aaye ho usi se neeche jana hoga'. I know it's risky but I also know that he has the guts and capability to do it. He stares at me in disbelief and thinks I'm joking but my firm look is enough to convince him otherwise.

He is determined to get the contract signed and hands me the contract. He goes down from the pipe attached to our balcony and even though I'm slightly awed by his courage I won't admit. He lands safely on the ground and asks me if I will send the contract with the guard. However, I have a different plan. The part in me which is ready to accept arjun is not as powerful than the part in me which wants to show him his real place. Maybe, that's my way of telling people who I am and that they should think twice before messing with me or coming in my way. Thus, I release the papers in air and leave arjun to collect them. He gives me a look which depicts sheer anger but also realisation of how helpless I can make him if I wish to.