HIS MAID TO HIS WIFE

Chapter:9

(Zarin's POV)

For some reason, I couldn't just stand there and do nothing. He seemed to be in so much pain. I sucked at ignoring people, especially if they were in a bad condition. Particularly, in his case knowing that he had to grow up without a mother.  Sometimes I felt bad for him. Mother always told me how much pain he had to go through since his childhood. She always felt sad about not being able to help him much in any way.

Seeing a cold and commanding person in a weak and broken state on his birthday was unpleasant. Maybe it hit me even stronger because I was not used to seeing him like this. Now that I think, I liked his other personality better. Anger was better than anguish.

He tried so hard to stay strong and show that he was as solid as a rock. But his eyes and face unveiled it all. The misery that was drilled inside him and how he suffocated for not being able to take it out.

Asleep he looked so innocent and soft-hearted. As if he was not a superior complex freak who only knew to make people feel inferior. Actually, why was I sitting beside this sleeping devil? The moment he will wake up he will take on his vampire initiative to suck the blood out of my body.

I checked his temperature removing the clothing, the temperature did drop a little. He would feel better anyways after a good night of sleep. There was no need for me to be here anymore.

It was going to be morning in an hour so I rushed to my bed to sleep before the sun rose. The sleeping entire day would not suffice my night's sleep. My body clock would never cope and I would feel bad the entire day.  I dozed off to sleep as soon as I got into bed.

He was so close to me. As if our body would make contact at any moment. Even though I was opposite him I knew he looked delightful. My heart started beating faster. It was getting louder and louder as he came closer and closer. I needed to make my heartbeat softer if I didn't want to embarrass myself. However, was it possible to consciously make your heartbeat softer? No. How would I do that? The pacemaker of the heart works on its own.  He will make me ashamed of myself. No. I will push him away. Yes, push him. I turned around to push him and fell.

I opened my eyes to find myself on the floor. It was a dream. It was impossible. I just didn't see my so-called 'master' in the dream for whom I am a maid. Wrong. Out of the entire globe, I had to dream about this man. I was astounded by myself. Downright wrong it was. 

Looking outside the window I could estimate that it was noon already. I slept for quite a long time which was so not me.  What if the master already woke up? The thought made me rush to the washroom and get started with the day. 

After a nice clean shower, I got myself into uniform, which reminded me of my old school days. It was quite nostalgic. I hated wearing the same uniform every day and now I miss that life of mine. The older you get the harder life throws problems at you. Getting into the kitchen I prepared his fresh grounded coffee just the way Rezwana taught me. Placing it on the tray I made my way upstairs to the master's bedroom.

On opening his bedroom I found him already ready in a tuxedo. I hoped I was not late.

"You are extremely late." He said setting his hair with the hair spray. The room smelled so divine. I was scared if I would faint.

"Hey bro, are you ready?" His friend from the other day entered. However this time a girl also entered, who I saw on the birthday party day of  Master. She was sticking to him all the time.

"Baby you are looking so good." She said and they hugged each other.

My hands dropped down as the weight of the coffee mug was lifted by his friend.