Chapter 4 Mr And Mrs Zayn

• "The one you lost hastily, could have been saved by your prayer…"
• Those words echoed in my mind. You were right.
• It was causing a disruption in me. It evoked dreadful sensations from within because those words were true.
• “Could have been saved by my prayers… huh?” I whispered, staring dryly at my hands.
• My whole being tried to turn oblivious to that agony but each time I tried to run away, life threw me back to the point from where I started.
• The next day, with great difficulty, I went to wake up Madam for work. My heart thumped loudly by each step I took closer towards her room.
• “Okay, you can do this. Eyra.”
• Bracing myself for any humiliation or haunting eyes. I stood outside her room and took a deep breath.
• The moment I was about to knock, he came out, narrowing his eyes at me in ire to find me outside.
• Gesturing me to speak but my stirred mind hardly vocalized words in his powerful presence. Last night’s scene came to my mind and my voice was sealed.
• “Are you mute or what?” He asked, irritated by my lack of response.
• “M-Madam told me to wake her up.” I uttered quickly, taking a step back to compete with his large form with my petite one.
• Raising a brow, he took a step closer, perusing my form with a stern look yet bored look but deep down, feeling the havoc over my body by one glimpse.
• He knew what I was going through.
• “Why are you here?” He asked dominantly, showing superiority, staring at my form with a tone demanding answers.
• “Do you think I am stupid to not know?” He hissed, almost touching me but I moved back.
• The audacity of my action which dared to resist him made him growl, “You-”
• And I could feel the disruption under my fingernail, daggers he sent in my direction brought a tear to my eyes.
• “Sir-”
• “Why the fuck are you-” Fortunately, he was cut off by Madam’s voice.
• “Who is it, Love?”
• Scowling at my face for another five seconds he exhaled it, taking a step back, forcing out a smile and turning to her.
• “It’s your attendant, Babe. She is here to wake you up.” He told her with a smile, going back inside with a heart throbbing posture so she wouldn’t doubt a thing.
• ‘I guess that’s what he learned. Disloyalty.’ I thought sadly but couldn’t say anything because if customary, congratulations for this distance to you, Aayan.
• “Can I come in, Madam?” I asked hesitantly from outside.
• “Yes, Eyra.” She called and with a lowered gaze, I entered, watching what I least wanted to see. His affection towards her.
• It was unnerving for me to watch him kissing the top of her head, taking her hands, caressing her with those hands which once held ‘me’.
• I was taken out of my thoughts when his rigid tone came, “You don’t have to wake her again.”
• “Yes, Sir.” I whispered, disheartened,
• “I am here for it.” He whispered sweetly, cupping her cheek. My jaw clenched, averting my gaze to not witness.
• “Why are you still standing here? Leave.” He ordered strictly.
• I nodded, moving back and walking out of the room with a heavy heart. He was acting, as if I didn’t know why he was doing all this.
• Only to give me anguish.
• Soon the couple worth praising for the frontage came, smiling mesmerizingly, taking a seat to have breakfast. I was also present, standing in the corner.
• “Eyra.” Madam called me, breaking my unsettled thoughts. I turned to her.
• I tried my best to ignore his eyes fixed upon me, looking for a way to make his move but to no avail.
• “Yes, Madam?”
• “I am visiting the company today. Make sure to send my lunch on time, okay?” She told me sternly.
• “Yes, Madam.” I nodded, not raising my gaze because it came with a great price of locking them with his, urging them to demolish me.
• “Uh… Madam.”
• “Hmm?”
• “When will you return?” I asked hesitantly.
• “Around seven to ten. And yeah, don’t wait for me. If Aayan comes, serve him dinner. I will have mine when I will be back.” She said, giving me a gentle smile and getting up.
• “I understand.”
• She was about to leave but he held her hand, “I can drop you off.” He offered her sweetly.
• “You don’t have to. I am fine.” She smiled back.
• Gauche.
• “Are you sure?”
• “Yeah, love you, bye.” He kissed her hand as she left and I watched him with a faint smile.
• Love you…? Did you mean it? ‘Of course, idiot, she is his wife!’ My mind yelled at me. I smiled to myself, witnessing how affectionate he was with her.
• Maybe he had moved on…
• Glad he has found someone to be happy with, not a deceiver like me who will elicit nothing but misery or at least trying to be the dream guy.
• I wish you could have moved on from this tale of revenge as well but I know I deserve it- each anguish he was about to embed in my core.
• “Eyra, come here.” The head maid called. I broke my gaze from them and turned to her.
• “Yes, coming.”
• They both left and my mind eases a bit after he left and I can take an exhale of relief but I know it’s not going to last any longer than a mere instant.
• Before I could wrap myself around the short-lived moment, he came back in the evening.
• “When is Madam coming back?” I asked my coworker hastily.
• Afraid of the leer he sent in my direction which was enough to alarm me. Madam was not here and I was stuck badly in this situation.
• “No idea. Why?”
• “Nothing…”
• With a heavy breath, I tried to make an excuse and went to the servant's quarter but a certain call came, to perturb my very existence.
• I was wrong. He hadn’t moved on, not until he would make me pay…
• “Sir is calling you in the library.”