Her relief movement stayed for a little movement when a chill ran up her spine listening to him calling her name with that superior voice that made her flinch in her place with a restrained gasp.
Her eyes widen as her eyes furiously moved here and there wondering why he took out her name now. Nonetheless, she choose to still stay in the kitchen and ignore him when he again called her as well f he owns her. As a f she is someone to him.
"Aasha"!!!
His shout demanded her presence as if he owned her and instinctively her legs moved as she walked to him still with a tray in her hands.
Reaching him she stood right behind him without making a sound but her footsteps were heard, however. She glanced at his head but didn't take a step to call him.
He turned around and looked down at her while she kept her gaze on the tray.
"What were you doing while I was calling you"?
She said nothing and hesitantly looked up and dropped her gaze as if her lids her heavy enough to not up look at him. Something in him, his aura and charm screams forbidden. Something which screams to be away from him for your good. Her hands internally shook a little under his predatory gaze and past events gave her reason for her to be afraid and cautious.
"I'm asking you"!! He growled and her heart took a little jump at his sudden booming voice scaring her inner soul. She gulped looking at his shoes and decided to answer and get away from him.
"I was-- I was making tea".
She said with a little shake in her voice as her eyes roamed around.
"For whom"? Came his stern voice and this time she found her voice to answer just to finish this conversation but yet she stuttered.
"I-in-law's".
His jaw ticked as his brow raised.
"And with whose permission you are doing this all"?
He left her tongue-tied as she exchanged her footing from one to another in nervousness as she peered at him through her lashes while his eyes didn't miss those little moments.
" I don't repeat the question. Answer me"!
He demanded while she was still tongue-tied. She doesn't know what to answer. Tea and food are something basic to be considered and she never thought she need permission for this as well.
" Are you deaf"?
His voice grew irritated and demanding making her more nervous. She gulped as she tried to answer.
"I-i don't know"?
"About what you don't know"?
His question was fast as soon as she answered and she felt a little innocent irritation flipping in her.
" C-can I-- Can I serve tea to my in-laws".
" Absolutely no".
His answer earned a shocked face from her. She looked purely innocent. She looked divine and addictive as he gulped and looked away. From the day he saw her, she made a great impact on his mind.
" You will do as I said. I'm the owner here. I'm your master here. Not them. You'll listen to me and only me. Understand ".
She gave a hesitant meek nod to him.
" Now go and throw it in the sink. And make a black coffee for me".
Saying that he turned his heels to walk away when her small voice stopped her.
"But--- I already made this. It will go waste. Let me serve tea for this time".
Filling his lungs with the air he turned back calmly and eyed the tray. Suddenly his hand flew making all the content fly in the air as they crashed onto the land the very next second. The tea was spilled like a chef's design over a plate and Aasha had her mouth open witnessing the unexpected from him.
" Now there is no tea. Happy? Quickly bring me my black coffee and clean this off".
Saying that he left the place without sparing a glance and she eyed the mess on the wall.
Next, she had no choice but to do what he said. It was in the afternoon a news broke out to all of them collectively that they were supposed to work in the house. The maid who was appointed as their head and dividend their respective work. Yamini was supposed to do sweeping, mopping, and cleaning the garden while Meera was supposed to change the mattress, wash dishes, and clean furniture with some other collective tasks. And Samira was given to do laundry and Aasha was supposed to cook. And the cook includes only his special items and planned diet table.
It was the first afternoon after he came back to the house and they were called to the table to have their lunch. That surprised them as they know that he is trying to deprive their rights and wishes and was confused about why he was calling them to eat along with him.
"No matter what riddles we have, we are still a family. Isn't it Yamini? After all you are his second wife".
Was his reason but they were still not given their proper clothes. They are wearing the clothes that were supposed to distribute to the poor.
On the first day, they did their defined work by themselves but the next day as if they remembered Aasha, their daughter-in-law still exists they put all their burden on her. Waking up at 5 AM she started doing her work and the head maid of course noticed that only she is working but not others.
On the 5th day, the head maid asked Aasha
"Hey, girl. Will you alone do all the work? Aren't they going to do anything"?
Was her question which made it look a little rough as her healthy personality intimated her a little.
"They are doing".
"Don't lie to me". She asked with a serious face.
"But the work is being completed by night".
She said as she looked at the head maid expectantly but she gave no answer as she left the place letting Aasha continue with her work.
It was that one night when she was still doing her work late at 11 pm. She just washed the kitchen counter and started to clean the upper cupboard doors for which she has to stand on the stool as her height isn't much enough to reach the top end of the cupboard.
Stretching her height on her toes she lifted her heels a little up from the stool as she struggled to wipe off the cupboard. She put her entire strength and concentration on reaching the top and wiping it. Her concentration seem to ignore the feeling of being cornered as she continued to clean it. She was almost finished when she felt goosebumps on her exposed side waist from the saree. Suddenly she felt a hand rubbing her skin and grip it as she screamed in her screeching voice and lost her footing on the stool but thankfully got down safely from the stool. But the action was so sudden that she turned around swiftly already with the hand in the air slapping him in reflex.
Everything seem still as they stared into each other eyes. And both were red. One was tearily red and scared. While the other one was raging red. They stared into each other for a moment before his hand flew and slammed on something resulting in a cup flying and crashing down into pieces.
His hand reached her neck as he pushed her back to the cupboard while she clutched his hand gasping for air with tears threatening out of her eyes.
Her head hit the cupboard while her back was slammed to the counter.
"Do you know whom you slapped right now? DO YOU KNOW"? He roared as she flinched in her spot while her eyes shut in fear and her chin wobbled as the tears flow out wetting her eyelids.
He inched closer to her face till their forehead touched and gritted his words.
"How dare you slap me huh? How dare you? Hmm"?
His grip tightened on her neck as she hiccuped in fear.
"B-but y-you were
" Say it. What should I do with this hand"?
He said raising her right hand heightening her fear. She shook her head as her lips curled down as tears of terror streamed down her baby cheeks.
"I am sorry sir. P-please".
She pleaded to try to get her hand out of his hold when his eyes momentarily caught an object behind her.
"Should I shove this hand into the running mixer grinder"?
He threatened as she stilled listening to him and shook her head vigorously as her doe eyes enlarged with thick tears shining in them.
Though his eyes reflected a lot on his face inside at a corner he admired how fucking innocent she looked. Deliciously innocent. With that curled lips frown and the chin woobling with her tears shimmering in her eyes, hiccuping momentarily.....she looked so damn cute. He heard people praising how beautiful she looked but he find her cute more than being beautiful. But when he looks at her in other situations, no doubt, she is the best epitome of the word beauty.
"No. Please don't. I-Im sorry. I wouldn't do it again. I saw-saw -----
She sobbed out loud when he jerked her roughly into him and the next moment he gripped her chin and angled up as he set his lips on hers taking her by surprise. But surprise would be an understatement. It was shocking and not a moment she struggled to push him away with her fists thumping on his chest but his hands tightened around her waist and tilted his head and claimed her lips and mouth and devoured it religiously. His tongue graced every side and corner of her mouth and parted away satisfied.
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