Chapter 7 No Compassion

• He had no compassion left in him for me. He didn’t care at all which pierced my soul.
• “Y-Yes.” Stammering, I moved back, glancing at Madam.
• “Aayan. I know she is new but don’t be this strict. Is your hand okay, Eyra?” She asked softly.
• “Y-Yes, Madam.” I nodded.
• “Why are you still here? Go now.”
• “I-I apologize.” Whimpering, his words were hurting me more than the hand. I never imagined I would witness this side of his.
• Sniffling, I washed my hands, lowering the burning sensation, glancing at him from time to time.
• “God, Babe, what type of people are you hiring? She can’t do one thing properly.” He continued to insult me.
• Biting the inside of my cheek, the pain was gone and was replaced with an agony in my chest. How stupid of me to perceive that my pain would hurt him.
• “Hey, you!” He called me angrily from the hall.
• I came out instantly, “Yes?”
• “If you think you can skip work or your duties with the drama of a burned hand then you are wrong. It’s been only two weeks and you are doing this.” He scolded me angrily. I flinched at his enraged voice, pointing his finger at me to remind me of my place.
• “I-I apologize, I will be careful next time.” Sniffling, I nodded weakly.
• He knew his words were shattering my heart and that was why he was being harsh on me.
• To let me know that he was no longer here to mend my pain.
• “Aayan, stop. Apply something on your burn, Eyra, and rest, okay?” Madam sighed, placing her hand to stop him from treating me this badly.
• “Yes, Madam.”
• “Tsk.”
• With the sound of his scoff, I quickly left for my room with a crushed heart. Sitting on the bed, I looked down at my hand with an empty smile.
• Today, when he was not present to apply an ointment on my hand was when I realized what I lost.
• Curling my hands in a fist, a tear smeared across my cheek, recalling the moments when he used to provide me with endless affection but not anymore.
• Those times were gone…
• ***
• “Can’t you take care of yourself, Eyra!? Where was your concentration!?” He scolded me. Holding my hand, wiping off the tiny drop of blood with a tissue.
• “Look how deep it is and it's bleeding too!”
• Exasperation glistening in his eyes, hurt reflecting in his eyes as if my being hurt; hurts him, blowing on my hand.
• I couldn’t help but to chuckle at his perturbed look, pinching his cheek to which he frowned. Solely focused on the little cut.
• “It’s just a paper cut, Aayan. It’s okay. Don’t overreact.” I said with a sigh at his exaggeration for a small cut which doesn’t even hurt.
• “So what? Can’t you see the blood. God.” He said angrily, taking a bandage from the drawer and wrapping it around my finger, kissing my hands as lovingly as possible.
• My heart skipped a beat when he was more worried about me than I ever was. Staring at his beautiful face, getting lost in him.
• “It doesn’t hurt.” I told him with a radiant smile while he frowned again, entwinding his fingers with mine, staring intensely into my eyes.
• “It does…” He whispered.
• Kissing the top of the cut, not removing his eyes, sending a fluttering sensation to my core by those endearing orbs.
• “Eyra, It does. Your every pain hurts me.”
• I wonder what happened to the eyes which stole pain from my soul and named them as his?
• Will I ever be able to receive such affection again? No.
• Funny how the eyes which searched my smiles are now dying to become the reason for my tears…
• ***
• Another week went by, each moment in this mansion was torture to me, his one glance stole my soul from my body. My whole being fell trapped in his body.
• ‘Why did I sign up for this!?’
• He was not the same person. He would take his revenge ominously and all I could do was bend my knees before his power.
• Running away can’t do me good anymore. He will hurt my soul.
• One fine morning, I was working, checking Madam's schedule until a voice called to me, “Ah Eyra!” The head maid, Yeter, called me.
• “Yes?” I turned to her. “Madam wants you to deliver her a file, I have got some work and you are the only one allowed to enter their room beside me.” She smiled faintly, motioning to me to go.
• “Okay sure, which file?” I smiled, putting the pen down.
• “She said, it’s a blue file labeled as Reports and yeah, don’t forget to clean the room as well.” She explained to me, going back to the kitchen quickly.
• I smiled and nodded, getting up and going to her room. Since I thought the couple had left for work I went quickly.
• Thinking I could do my work in peace with no sign of dread creeping upon me. Walked down the hallways, leading to the farthest corner on the left.
• The room befitting for a king- Well, he is.
• I knocked and entered, not knowing whether someone was in the room or not. I entered and looked around. There was a vase broken in the corner as if they had a fight and someone threw it.
• “Good. More work to do now.” I muttered with a frown, picking the shards and throwing them in the dustbin.
• But, they didn't seem like an argumentative couple, judging from the endless showers of devotion for each other. I raised an eyebrow.
• “Who would break such an expensive decor?” I mumbled and looked around to find the file. When I did, I put it aside and gathered the remaining broken fragments with a broom.
• After cleaning up, I was about to make their bed.
• The moment I held the duvets, a hand slammed on the mattress with a crushing presence behind me. My heart stopped beating for a second in apprehension.
• “Ah!” Gasping, I shut my eyes with a rough breath that reached my ears.
• Tainting my heart with the ink of his ruling power. The rigid stare directly at my soul to freeze me.
• I didn’t know he was in the bathroom!