The beeping sound of the monitor told her where she was but she didn’t move, didn’t open her eyes. She knew she had been out for a while but wasn’t sure exactly how long and she didn’t care, she loved the calm. She was aware she wasn’t alone but she didn’t need any sympathy, she just wanted to rest.
Loud footsteps dragged into the room and she felt someone hover above her, checking for a pulse.
“She’s alright.” She heard the Doctor tell her companion in the room. “There’s nothing serious, she is just stressed and needs to rest. Please give her some space, the nurses will check on her frequently.”
“Thank you, I’ll be in the hallway, please let me know if she needs anything.” That voice….. That wasn’t Zayn but it sounded so familiar. It was deep and a little too loud, one of the Yadav brothers?
Nodding the doctor replied “will do.”
Everywhere returned to normal and Isha wasted another ten minutes before opening her eyes. A drip line was connected to her veins and her nose had pipes in them to aid her breathing. The room was spacious and had a lot of green in it. By her bed, a bouquet of red roses laid on the cupboard, they were fresh and smelled like healthy earth.
Her mind went to the happening before she passed out and she sighed in tiredness and embarrassment. This wasn’t how the evening was supposed to go, it had been so long since she ever got to the edge, this was the first time in two years; the effect Zayn had on her was one she never understood but it was what it was.
She grabbed her talisman with her free hand and smiled when she felt its charm seep through every cell in her system, its healing power was amazing and she knew she wouldn’t have survived this long without it. She rubbed it gently, and closed her eyes, listening to the creaking fan as it made a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree journey over and over again.
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Aarav Yadav was beyond worried. He knew something was wrong with Isha but he didn’t know what it was. Most times he caught her in pain, she would give a flimsy excuse like a headache or menstrual pain, it was so frequent and he was beginning to wonder if his teacher was right when she taught him a woman sees her period only once a month.
Yes, she was a servant and his family’s belief of love was about amassing wealth and connections through marriage, but he couldn’t get his eyes off her. It was beyond her beauty, she was the sweetest girl he had ever known; always caring, always loving. Her smile could brighten up a room but whenever he got close, she brought out a different side of her, rude and stiff but he knew a fake when he saw one, she was clearly forcing herself to be this way; it was like she was running away from something. He saw through her like a ghost and the events of tonight only made everything clearer.
His eyes were on her during the event, as she swung her hips in between tables, doing her duty. He saw lots of eyes follow her every move and he couldn’t fault them; she was beautiful and the letters of the alphabet are not enough to describe it. Big brown eyes, oblong face and lips that looked so soft, one could spend hours imagining what they taste like.
For a moment, his attention had been drawn to something else and the next second, he saw his mum looking panicked and calling one of the bouncers that was hired for the event. They left together into the inner room and he had followed, curious about what the fuss was about. And when he saw her lying helplessly on the floor with a bleeding nose, he felt as though his heart had been split into two. He was scared and had swung into action immediately. They called an ambulance but he had no time for that, he picked her up in his arms and drove her as fast as he could to the nearest hospital.
At their arrival, she looked so pale and the doctors panicked, asking all sort of questions he had no reply to, she was too quiet about her past and her personal life so he had no medical history of hers. They gave her treatment and conducted tests, the results indicated there was no abnormality in her and Aarav thought this was a little strange. Right now, he only needed her to wake up and be fine, he had been so frightened when he saw her; she looked like she had no life in her. There was definitely more to this girl and he wished he could help her, wished she would let him.
The servants’ quarters were located adjacent to the main building, and it was beautiful and prominent. They made sure their helps lived well, fed healthily, and were comfortable. Aarav spotted them hanging around in pairs as he approached them, and as soon as they sighted him, they hurried away, pretending to occupy themselves with chores, making him laugh.He never had the time for all that. Ephany was the queen of that, always spying, always finding fault. To him, they did their very best and deserved some rest once in a while. His steps slowed as he arrived, nodding to the numerous greetings that met his ears.“Where is Isha?” he asked, moving straight to the point.“She’s inside. I’ll go get her,” Haidi replied with so much enthusiasm. He always thought they were funny, girls always trying to please, always trying to get noticed, and the fact that Isha wasn’t one of those girls endeared her to him. She just did her work. As a matter of fact, she avoided the boys like the plague. It
Her moans were in rhythm with her moves as she drove him wildly until she began stuttering.“Zay…. Zayn!” she yelled loudly as they came into each other. He crashed unthinkingly onto the other side of the bed, enjoying the sound of her heavy breathing as she struggled to go through. She was a fierce lioness in bed and never ashamed to express it. It was weird how she immediately changed her personality once she stepped out the door at functions, a chameleon, and it fascinated him.Planting a kiss on her forehead, he rolled out of the bed and dragged his briefs up his thigh, conscious of Myra’s following eyes. She was in shock, and he knew why.“you’re not going to hold me?” she asked in the softest voice ever; she always used it during sex, and Zayn could swear any man who heard that voice would be at her feet in seconds, but not today.He laughed. “I’ve got work; I will be at the office.” She smiled and got on her feet. “Okay then, let’s go.” Swiping her feet into flip flops, she gra
For Myra, her crown could slip but never fall. She was the definition of perfect, and she intended to maintain that legacy to her last breath. She had a good life, but she maintained a standard; people mistook kindness for weakness, and she found that disgusting. The spotlight had always been her dream from youth, and the heavens agreed with her by blessing her with every material thing she needed to bring life into that dream, and she had maximized utility from it. She lived happily, was happy, and everything glistened more when she met Zayn. Yeah, he was just that guy to light up your life at the darkest time, that light at the end of the tunnel. Meeting him was the best gift nature ever gave her. Her manager had informed her of a massive contract with one of the world's significant technological brands: Trail Technologies. They dealt with phones, laptops, and communication equipment. It was a huge deal, and she took it without a second thought. She was getting ready to be on set
After waiting so many days without a word from Myra, Zayn decided it was time to call a spade a spade. Although he never knew why she had suddenly disappeared from the event, he was sure it had something to do with him. His mind had been on her for so many days, and he had neglected the person who was actually there for him all the years, Myra Mohan. She didn't deserve the attitude he had shown her, and he intended to change that. What had Isha done, by the way? She left him when he needed her most and acted like everything they went through together meant nothing to her. Then, after all these years, they met again, only for her to pull the same act again. He had written letters to the Yadav household requesting to see her, but he got no response. If she didn't need him anymore, that was fine, but right now, he wanted to show his queen how sorry he was and hold her the rest of the night.He heard her drive in, and the two minutes she took to climb the stairs seemed like an hour to him
Meetings were a part of his daily activities and he didn't find them interesting if he were to be sincere. There were just a lot of procedures to go through when establishing a business. His brand was about to launch into the market and this meant filings, discussions, and so little time for himself. At least Myra was busy too, so they understood each other, both working for the best, for a good cause.They had talked together and tried to work things out and it was working just fine, both of them were trying to do their best for each other, and he was getting more attracted to her each day, that was good.He finished up with Punab and Shray, his two closest associates and left every other thing in their hands, and headed back to his office to continue work for the day. He nodded to Chetana in acknowledgment, who sat at her desk, looking a little overdressed.Before he could settle on his chair, she walked in. "There's a lady here to see you sir, and she has been waiting for an hour."
The sound of plates annoyed Isha, and it wasn’t just because they meant she had work to do but….. Yep, it was just that. Every servant in the Yadav household had a role to play, and for Isha, her responsibilities included cooking and housekeeping. Her schedule ran from 8 am to 4 pm but by 4 am, the overzealous workers in charge of serving would be up, cleaning the dishes and setting the table, telling Isha and her cooking team it was left for them to get the food ready. As a result, she was always up earlier than she would love to, meaning she worked overtime, for which she was never compensated.Gayathri ran the Yadav household, and she did it with a strict hand. She always ensured everything was in place at the right time, and the helps knew better than to annoy her. Being the woman who held the power family together, she had so much pride, dismissing anyone at the slightest provocation and just being Gayathri. She occasionally strolled in during their work hours and carried out insp
It took her an hour to decide what dress to put on, this was Zayn, of all people, and she was nervous. After settling on a flowered short backless gown and white high-heeled shoes, she set off to the agreed restaurant section of the hotel and was surprised to see him leaning by the car; he wore a patterned shirt and black jeans and looked cleanly shaven. He leaned upright and began walking toward her as soon as he saw her.He was blown away, just as she was. He struggled to keep himself from running up to her and pulling the dress out. She looked so different from what he remembered, and she was grown; wider eyes, broader hips, more excellent chin cut, more enormous boobs…..“Hey,” he said. His smile was as big as his love for her. He gave her a short hug. “You look beautiful.” He confessed.“Thank you,” she smiled. She was happy, more than glad to see him. “You look great too.”Stretching out his hand for her taking, he asked. “Ready?”He led her into the hotel, and she followed him h
The restaurant was fancy, and the dinner was lovely. Zayn always knew how to treat her like a lady, and she appreciated that, but tonight, she couldn't even look at him. He praised her looks while they ate and touched her face while they engaged in a conversation. She was his Isha, his wonderful Isha. After eating, they strolled along the way to the hotel that was a part of the restaurant. "Where are we going?" She asked, chuckling as they approached the receptionist. “A room, please, Elite.” Zayn made the payment, got the room's keys, and walked in with Isha. They didn’t have time to check out the room because as soon as he turned the lock, Isha went into his arms, kissing the life out of him. He turned to her and whispered, "You know how we struggle to keep it low at home? I'm ready to devour you tonight." He engaged her in a deep kiss when they got in. She pulled back, feeling a bit shy. He sat on the bed, pulled her into the space between his legs. He tugged at the sleeve of