Chapter 7: Humiliated

If you haven't prayed your salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't

Aamal p.o.v

I jolt up with a loud bang on my door , it took me a second to realised I am not in my bed anymore . The deep hollow feeling inside my chest came back again .

Breath Aamal Breath!!!

I steady my breath and try to calm the panic.

" WHAT'S TAKING YOU SO LONG " I heard a women voice .

"Co- coming "

Getting down I walk up to door .

" What took you so long " the women fired question on my face .

I haven't seen her before....

You just came last night  my mind reminded .

" Umm..sorry I couldn't sleep last night " I whispered looking down .

" I don't have time for your pathetic excuses " then she turn around , took something in hand which I clearly didn't see coming and dump on my face pile of dirty clothes .

" Wash this , don't take too much time understand !" Her stern voice brought tear in my eyes .

I couldn't even utter a word ...

I was a school teacher , had a respectable job and now I am just a maid all because of that devil .

Gulping down the humiliating inside my chest . I close the door .

After my morning routine I went downstairs .

" Morning " I jump at the voice behind me .

" So you are the new maid " a women must be younger and obviously way more beautiful and attractive than me  eyed me from head to toe .

" Yep " Before I could open my mouth another girl came putting hand over her one side shoulder with a smirk on her faces .

Both of them wearing short dress way shorter than anyone can expect even I was feeling shy staring at them for too long .

" Zantina don't you want to say something to our new maid ?" The girl ask. Why am I having this feeling that a big bucket of humiliation coming my way ???

" Nah..." Zantina wave her hand in dismiss " do you really think she need one " she scoff , I could feel the mockness in her voice. .

I swear I have no idea what they are talking about .

" Let's go " with that both of them left leaving me confused .

" Assalamualaikum ( May peace be upon you ) " I jump at the voice behind my back .

What's going on with people greetings behind the back in this house .

" Walekum assalam ( may peace be upon you too ) " I greeted while struggling with the pile of clothes in my hand .

My eyes unconsciously scan her from head to toe , she must be in my age cute and pretty , her smile like burst of sunshine .

" Want some help ?" She raised her curious looking eyebrows .

" Umm" I was hesitant for a moment " yeah sure " my voice was low and fearful but handed her a little anyway .

" You look so scared but don't worry I am not like them , you can trust me " she wink  moving ahead in some direction and I followed her.

I don't know the people here and I have a habit of being wary .... And most importantly I don't want to trust her .

Life experience sucks ....

I hate trusting people ....

Everytime I do , they back stabbed . I heard somewhere The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies; it comes from those you trust the most.

I hate friendship I hate to trust people . Last time I felt like a loser but I don't want to become a loser anymore . I promised myself not to trust anyone ever .

She led me to the kitchen " why are we here " I ask almost confused .

She kept the clothes to the other side then took remaining clothes from my hand " have you breakfast , mama ask me to bring you here "

" Mama?"

" Yep my mother " she pointed at the women who showed me mine room yesterday .

" Assalamualaikum " she gave a gentle smile .

" Walekum assalam " I nodded . I don't even feel like smiling .

" Have your breakfast first then do your chores for today " she forced me to sit on the table and serve delicious breakfast , my eyes widen a little .

I never saw servants getting such a nice breakfast .

" By the way what's your name " the girl ask .

" Aamal "

" Insha "

" Insha " I repeated again .

" No talking between breakfast " her mother scolded .

" What should I call you " I ask before she walk away.

Turning around she stared at me for a second " umm you can call me bijaan....everybody calls me here the same " with a small smile on her face she walk away .

" Bijaan" I repeated .

" Chi.. chi" I frown at the weird voice from my side .

" What " Insha was trying to do some wierd sign language .

Though I try not to but smile sarcastically " I can hear you know "

But instead of feeling offended she gave the same vibe " oh " she raised her both eyebrows " you have a tongue "

'' yes and its hurt like bullet " I warn.

" Mine hurts like cannon " she wink and I couldn't help but chuckle .

" Anyway who are they ?" I inquired about the girls I encountered before .

" A bad news , you should stay away from " she warn licking the jam from her finger .

" That bad ?"

" Nightmare "

" May Allah the protector , protect us "  I murmur .

I am really scared of these type of people .

" Did she bullied you " she ask I can see the genuine concern on her face .

" Not really " I answered quietly .

" If she tried to harm you tell me " seriousness was written all over her face .

Zantina p.o.v

" Hey ...what going on in your mind " Rebecca ask as soon as I entered my room.

" What do you mean ?" I chap my lips applying my favourite red lipstick .  Damn it's suits so well.... I should buy two more

" You didn't said anything to that girl like you do , to every other girl "

" In exact word " she started to count down " Stay away from Haider , never  roam around near him etc etc ..."

I gave Rebecca tight-lipped smile " Did you look at her at all ??"

" Yeah...'' she shrugged her shoulder casually .

" Do you really think Haider will ever be interested or even attracted someone like her ?" I almost laugh at the thought .

" I mean by look she is born to be maid " I stood up admiring myself at the mirror .

She slump down on the bed " you are right .... Devil won't gave a second glance at her "

" Exactly " with a lifted chin and an arrogant expression " She is not even worth my concern and lastly Haider is only mine.... ONLY MINE ...."

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PRE- CAPE -  " HOW DARE YOU...." His face was so close to mine....I was paralyzed to the spot, the menacing aura holding of him in a tightening grip.

" Sorr- sorry sir " I tried my best get out of his grip .

" Sorry is not in my dictionary princess " The color quickly drained from my face.

Author note

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