Maid (Made) for me
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Epilogue - Page 16
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Yash walked
into his bedroom, already starting to unbutton his shirt. He was earlier than usual as he had he
function to attend so he wanted to have a quick shower and change. Suddenly he looked up as he heard the shower
running through the open bathroom door.
He was confused and apprehensive.
Then he looked on his bed. There
were ladies clothing on his bed, a very plain saree to be exact. He walked towards the bathroom
apprehensively.
There he
beheld the most desirable sight he had seen in a long time. A raven haired beauty in his shower. She had her back to him but he could not tear
his gaze from her voluptuous body. He
stood riveted to this vision. Then she
turned, her head thrown back and her eyes still closed as she rinsed her
hair. The soapiness of the shampoo
running down her delectable breasts.
Then, still with her eyes closed, she reached for the sponge and body
wash and started lathering herself. She
was absolutely gorgeous. Suddenly, he
realised that he was staring at a strange naked lady and his was getting more
and more aroused. He felt like a
pervert. Very reluctantly he moved away
and leaned against the wall trying the calm himself down. He let out the breath that he was
holding. He wondered who she was and why
she was in his penthouse. Then he looked
around and saw that everything was neat and tidy. His bed was made and the shirts that he left
on the bed this morning was not there anymore.
That beautiful specimen must be the cleaning lady that came to clean up
once a week.
He took his
laptop bag, put back over his shoulder and placed it strategically so as not to
display the evidence of his arousal to everyone outside his apartment. He went back into the lift and went to the
coffee shop downstairs to wait for her to leave.
He had been
living in the penthouse suite of Scindiya Boutique Hotel and Resort
Mumbai. This was the latest of the chain
that they owned throughout India. This
was his baby. He had been involved here
from before it was even constructed. It
was the latest but also the biggest and most prestigious of all their hotels. His penthouse suite had its own lift that
worked with its own code. Only he knew
it and their head of cleaning. She had
asked him a couple of months ago if she could get a lady that temps for the
hotel as a cleaning lady could also clean his suite. She really needed the money.
He had
difficulty marrying that vision with a cleaning lady. As that thought flashed through his head, his
lift opened and she came out. She wore
the simple and really very worn sarree that was on his bed. Her hair was still wet but tied up and she
had a pallu over her head. She had a big bag with her, probably for her extra
clothes. He eyes were downcast as she
walked out of the hotel. She looked so
different. Dressed like that one could
easily miss her. His eyes still stayed
in the direction of where she had left.
He finally got up as he now had very little time to get ready for the
function he had to attend. He decided
that he would not think of her again. It
was very inappropriate in every way imaginable.
Yet a week
later he went home early again. Even
earlier than the previous week. He
walked into the sound of music blaring from the kitchen area. Again he walked apprehensively in that
direction. He didn't see anybody over
the counter and walked closer. Then he
saw her. She was in the floor on all fours, washing the floor. She was singing at the top of her voice,
while scrubbing the floor. But that was
not the most noticeable thing about the scene.
She was
wearing nothing but a vest that was clinging to her body as it was moist with
sweat. And the tiniest shorts. Bent over, you could see her delectable
cheeks protruding. Her hair tied in a
ponytail / bun. The errant strands were
plastered to her sweaty face. She kept
wiping at it with the back of her hand.
It was like a scene from a movie.
He walked closer and he accidentally knocked a cup off the table.
Aarti jumped
up at the sound. She got such a fright
and then she saw the man. She backed
away and tripped over the bucket of water. She screamed and he rushed towards
her to catch her. But as he reached her,
he slipped on the now wet floor. He twisted himself so that at least she had a
soft landing. On him.
He landed
with a hard thud, with her on top of him.
But the discomfort her felt with the weight on top of him was not the
discomfort that he wanted to feel. And
though he was sure his back would hurt after this, he could happily remain like
this for a long while.
Aarti was
still stunned by what had happened.
First her fear for the man suddenly appearing and then the fall. And now she was lying on top of the sexiest
man that she had possibly ever laid eyes on.
He had the most mesmerising eyes, gorgeous hair and kissable mouth. And his smelled divine. She could not tear her eyes away or
move. She knew somewhere in the back of
her mind that she should be scared but she wasn't. He looked familiar. Then she recognised him. The family photos in
the suite. She wasn't sure which one he
was, but she had always thought he was the most handsome of the brothers and
imagined he was the owner of the suite.
And here she was lying on top of him.
Her boss.
Again she
tried to jump up but due to the slippery floor she slipped again and fell back
on him.
"Sorry sir, so sorry" she said and scrambled off him on all fours again to get
away from him.
He too moved
to get to a section where it was not slippery.
Then he realised his mistake, he was crawling behind her, his face
practically in her sexy bottom. He groaned.
Oh no, she
thought. Now he was upset and she
couldn't afford to lose this job. She
turned around, but that was a mistake, her face was just millimetres away from
his. She moved back self-consciously,
pushing her hair behind her ears and looking down.
"I really am
sorry, I will clean it up. Please don't
fire me. I need this job."
"Did I say
anything about firing you." he said as he finally manged to get on his
feet.
He went to
the radio and switched it off. He looked
at her still sitting on the floor.
"Well, are
you going to clean it up?"
"Yes, sir."
He left her
there and went to the bathroom. He
started undressing. He threw his clothes
on the floor angrily. He was angry at
himself. He shouldn't have come
here. He promised himself he would get
her out of his mind. But he couldn't
stop himself. He packed up and left his
office as if he was being controlled by an outside force. He needed to see her. He went earlier because he didn't want to
catch her in the shower again but who would have thought that she would have
worn that ridiculously sexy outfit.
Damn!
He got in
the shower and realised his second mistake.
Ever since that day that he saw her in the shower, he had visions of her
joining him in the shower, like now. He
shut down the hot water off and turned the cold water on full blast.
Aarti got up
as soon as he left the room and started cleaning furiously. She had tears in her eyes as she cleaned up
her mess. She was so scared of losing
her job. And she felt embarrassed about
her reaction to him. Surely he must have
seen how flustered she was in his presence.
It was absolutely ridiculous. He
was out of her league. He was her
boss. The boss of a job that she
desperately needed.
She realised
that her bag was still in his bedroom.
He must never find out that she used his shower. It was the one time in the week that she had
a decent bath and washed her hair properly.
In the house where she rented a room, there was no decent bathroom. She
had to warm water on the stove and wash in a small basin. She was looking so forward to it and today
she would miss it.
She was done
with her work and had to get her bag.
She was feeling even more self-conscious now. She would never have dressed like this if she
had known he would be there. But he was
never there. He never came home that
early.
She knocked
on the door softly.
"Come in"
"My ... My bag."
He nodded.
She got her
bag and walked out.
"Miss ... What
is your name by the way."
"Aarti
Dubey."
"Miss
Dubey. I don't think you can leave the
suite like that. I suggest you use the
shower in the guest bedroom to and change there as well."
She was so
happy.
"Thank ...
Thank you so much, sir."
She wouldn't
thank me if she knew what is going through my mind, he thought.
The next day
Yash was sitting opposite his head of housekeeping.
"Mrs. Khan,
what can you tell me about Aarti Dubey?"
"Why, did
she do something wrong? I hope she
didn't steal from you? I really thought she
was honest I am so sorry."
"Relax, Mrs.
Khan. She didn't do anything wrong. I just need some information on her."
"Well she
approached me for a job, but she didn't have any documents, no school
certificates or identity documents so I could not offer her a job in the hotel
itself. That is why I arranged for her
to do temp jobs for the residential guests.
But she came across as educated when we spoke. And so far I have only heard good things
about her."
"Why does
she not have documents?'
"She
wouldn't say."
"How often
does she work and how much does she earn?"
She told
him.
"Please have her come and see me."
"I have no
way to contact her. But she will be here
in two days and I will get her to come see you. Why may I ask?"
"I want to
offer her a full time position I will pay her out of my own pocket of course,
seeing as she has no documents."
"That will
be good for her. She really seemed
desperate for this job. I hope it works
out."
Aarti was so
nervous she felt like a tightly wound up coil.
She was summoned by him, but Mrs Khan wouldn't say what it was
about. She was rubbing her hands
together, and shaking on the inside.
"Miss
Dubey."
She jumped
when she heard the voice.
"Please sit
down"
She sat down
again.
"You must be
wondering why you are here"
She nodded.
"I have a
proposition for you."
She looked
at him, surprised. Still not saying a
word.
"Miss Dubey,
have you lost your tongue?"
"No ... No ... I ... I am just surprised that's all."
"Would you
like to know what the proposition is?"
"Yes,
please."
"I want to
retain you as my cleaning lady, and I want you to start cleaning here as well,
in the executive suite. And Kunal, my PA
will instruct you what to do. You would
be doing things like going to the post office, the bank, buying supplies like
tea and coffee and also basic office jobs like filing."
"Really?"
"You can
read can't you?"
"Of course I
can read."
"Good. Can you cook?'
"Very
well. I mean, yes I can cook."
"I want you
to cook for me too. I am tired of hotel
food."
"I can do
that."
"So you
would have a full time job. And this will be your salary." he gave a piece of
paper with the amount.
She was shocked. It was 5 times what she was making now.
"But sir, I
don't have any documentation."
"I will
employ you in my personal capacity, not the hotels. So I will be paying you myself."
"Why are you
doing this sir?"
"The polite
thing to do is just to say thank you Miss Dubey."
"Thank you
sir."
She walked
to the door.
"When do I
start?'
"Monday. Advise Mrs Khan to let the people that you
are cleaning for know that you are not available anymore. You are now exclusively mine."
"Excuse me."
"Exclusively
my employee." he said.
"Monday,
then sir." she said and walked out.
Yash,
settled back into his chair. Still very
baffled by his own actions and his interest in this girl / woman. All he knew was that he wanted her around
him. Maybe once that happens he will be
able to get her out of his system.
Aarti was overjoyed. Finally she was had a job that paid her a
decent salary since she had come to Mumbai.
She could move out of the slum that she was living, in a room with a
whole family, without even proper ablution facilities and maybe find a place in
a ladies hostel. And finally she would
get enough money together to get her documents.
She would have to re-apply for them as she didn't want to go back for
them. She never ever wanted to go back
there. She would rather starve to death
on the streets of Mumbai.
Aarti
checked in with Kunal the Monday morning.
"Sir, what
should I do?'
"Well, you
can plan your own day. If you want to
clean up the apartment first or if you want to start working in the office
first. It's up to you."
"What do I
do in the office?'
"First make
us a cup of coffee and we can sit and discuss it." he smiled.
She made
them coffee and then he had a nice comfortable chat about what he duties would
be. She liked Kunal. He was so friendly and made he feel at ease. They were laughing over something that he
said when the boss came in.
"Well this
is very cosy." he said raising his brow.
"I was just
explaining her duties to her."
"This
doesn't look like work to me."
Aarti jumped
up.
"I promise
you it is sir. Would you like a cup of
coffee too?"
"Stop,
jumping when I am around Miss Dubey. It is getting annoying. And I don't like coffee." he walked towards
his office.
"What kind
of a person doesn't like coffee" she said, not meaning to say it aloud.
"What was
that Miss Dubey?"
"Nothing
sir."
"Can you get
me a cup of tea please? I am the kind of
person that prefers tea over coffee."
Darn it, he
heard her.
"You haven't
tasted my coffee." Again her mouth worked faster than her brain.
"Can you
just bring my tea please, Miss Dubey?
Surely that is not too much to ask."
"No sir, of
course not."
Aarti wanted
to die. She was such an idiot to
antagonise this man that gave her this life changing opportunity on the first
day. She found out from Kunal how he
likes his tea and made it for him. She
quietly went into his office and set the tray with the tea on his desk.
Without
looking up he said.
"Thank you."
"Pleasure."
she said.
That day she
cleaned the office thoroughly and re-arranged the kitchen. Kunal sent her on an errand to buy some
supplies for the office. Then she went
to his apartment to clean, though there wasn't much to do. And she couldn't cook as there was no food in
the kitchen. She waited for him to tell
him that.
He was surprised
to still find her there. He got caught
up in a crisis and it ran late.
"What are
you still doing here?"
"Waiting for
you?"
"Why?"
"You said I
must cook?"
"And so?"
"There is
nothing to cook with."
"Why did you
wait till this time to tell me that? Or couldn't you come to my office. It's late."
"Have you
eaten?'
"Miss Dubey!
Please I am tired."
"You didn't
answer my question."
"Fine, no I
have not eaten. Happy?"
"No not at
all. I can't just leave and you haven't
eaten. You employed me to cook. Can I at least get you something from the kitchen?"
"Then will
you leave."
"Yes" she
smiled.
"So what
would you like?"
"If the chef
has butter chicken and Naan, I will have that.
Have you eaten?"
"You mean
supper?'
"What else
would I mean?"
"Nope."
"Then get
something for yourself as well."
"No thank
you. I have to go. It's getting late and I am walking home."
"You were
going to walk home now. Why don't you
take a taxi?"
"I can't
afford it. I will order your food. You go shower."
"Miss Dubey,
you
work for me. Stop ordering me
around. I will go and have a shower, but
you will order food for both of us and when we have eaten I will get a driver
to take you home."
"It's not ..."
"I've
spoken. Now get the food."
"Yes, sir"
she said aloud. "Grumpy much" she said softly.
But clearly not as softly as she thought as he turned back and glared at
her as he was walking into his bedroom.
He stood in
the shower, thinking about his enigma.
She was such a strange person.
Sometimes nervous and overwrought, sometimes forward and outspoken, and
apparently quick of wit and definitely not uneducated. He chuckled to himself. His life was a bit more interesting since her
appearance. He still did not know what
it was about her that made him want her to stay despite her annoying habit of
wanting to take charge of him. And he
wondered what he felt when he saw her and Kunal this morning. All he knew for now was that he didn't like
it.
They sat and
ate in silence at first.
"Can I ask
you a question?"
"I have a
feeling you are going to ask me no matter what I say?'
"Aren't you
lonely? Away from your family?"
"I miss
them, but this is what I chose. This is
for my family. For the business."
"I don't
think I would have liked to live away from my family."
"Do you live
with your family?"
"No."
"Why not."
"I don't
have any"
"Oh"
"I grew up
in an orphanage."
"Oh" he said
again.
"It wasn't
so bad. They were nice people. They made sure I had a good education."
"Did you
grow up here in Mumbai?"
"No, on
Bhopal."
"Why did you
come here?'
"That is a
story for another day. I have to go
now."
"Fine, I
will get Vheer to get a driver for you to take you home. Tomorrow I will give you money to get
groceries for the apartment."
"Fine, good
night Mr. Scindiya." she said as she left.
She stood in the lift thinking she actually had a nice time with
him. At least he wasn't grumpy all the
time. She smiled.
The next day
she came to the office first. He was
there already. She made his tea and
coffee for her and Kunal.
"Aartiji,
please will you do some filing today. I
just don't get time to do it. Even the
cabinets are a mess and must be re-arranged.
You don't have to do it all today."
She tackled
her task with gusto. And she was
finished quite quickly.
"Kunalji,
why do you still have paper files?"
He shrugged.
"Most
companies these days are paperless. They
store everything electronically. It so
much easier. And if you can have access
to everything via your computer.
Obviously there has to be back up on a server but it is so much easier
then paper files."
"We have
considered it, but office automation is costly."
"I could do
it."
"What?'
"It's my
area of expertise"
Kunal looked
at her in disbelief.
"I am a
trained IT specialist. The company that
I worked for in Bhopal specialises in office automation"
"But ..."
"Yes, I
know, I am a cleaner. I don't have
access to my documents. Hopefully soon I
can get them. Then maybe I can get a
proper job in the field that I have studied."
"Where, will
you get them?"
"I will have
to save up and re-apply for them?'
"Did you
lose them?"
"No it was
taken from me. Anyway, I am done and have to go and do grocery shopping
now. Vheer said the driver will get me
at 2h00. See you tomorrow Kunalji"
"Good bye."
Kunal looked
up and saw Yash standing in the door way.
"Did you
hear that sir?'
"Yes."
"We have to
help her"
"Yes." He said and went back into his office.
He was torn,
he really wanted to help her but he knew once she had her documents, he would
probably never see her again. And he
wasn't ready for that. And it seemed
that she was not ready to talk about her past in detail. He knew he had to help her. He could always offer her a job at SE. But he needed her to trust him first. To open up to him. Otherwise how could he help her? He would have to work at winning her
trust.
And these
feelings he was having for her had to stop.
It was probably because he didn't have a woman for a while. He was no saint. He had his fair share of women. Of late he was so busy running this resort as
well as his functions as GM of the business that he had no time to date. Not that he lacked propositions. He decided to make use of one of them. He was
sure that he would not drool and fantasize over her like a teenager anymore
after that.
Now that he
knew her capabilities, Kunal used her for more admin related work. She even had a desk and a computer now. Yash encouraged this. But she still tried to maintain his home and
cook for him as well. But she often got
so engrossed in her work at the office that she rushed out of the office late
afternoon and had to rush to cook and clean.
Luckily as she was doing it every day there wasn't much cleaning to
do. So it was mostly the cooking and she
would be gone by the time he came home.
So she didn't have much contact with him. She hoped every day that he could once again
share a meal. She had really enjoyed
that. But alas ...
She was so
late that day. She had wanted to
complete the task that Kunal had given her.
She flew out of the office at 5h00. It was Friday, her day to do the big
clean, the way she did before she started working in the office. Luckily she didn't have to cook and she knew
through Kunal that he was out for the evening. She cleaned the floors and scrubbed the
bathrooms and vacuumed and polished. She
knew she would be late, but he had given instruction for her to be taken home every
day if she leaves after dark. She would
take a shower in the spare room as she normally did. She was so glad that she would be moving out
of the place she was living soon. She
had given her landlord her notice of moving out. She had found a ladies hostel, very basic, but
with a small kitchenette, bedroom and bathroom with a shower. She couldn't wait. But she would miss her showers here. It almost felt as she belonged here in this
place, with him. She was definitely
developing feelings for him. But she
knew he was way out of her league.
She went to
hang the shirts that she had ironed in his wardrobe. She was totally and
completely tired and she also had not eaten which did not help. It was late but not yet dark. She decided to
just lie down on the bed for a minute and then get ready to go home.
Yash's date
had gone well. He had been out with her
before and he knew they had similar interests.
She was a business woman and she was very modern. Nothing like waiting till marriage. She was happy to be his stress reliever
without any strings attached. So they
came back to his place after dinner. She
didn't even wait till they reached the apartment. She started kissing him as soon as they got
in the lift. He was deprived for so long
that he reciprocated. As soon as the
lift opened he led her to his room through the dark apartment. They kissed again and pulled her down on the
bed with him. Imagine his surprise when they
landed on top of someone lying on the bed.
He got up quickly and switched on the light.
She sat up
now as well. She was still rubbing the
sleep from her eyes. Her hair was all
tussled. She was still in her work
attire. Today it was a very short, tight fitting spaghetti strap dress. She looked so damn sexy. It made him angry that he wanted her so much
right now.
"Yash who is
this?"
In his
fascination with his very hot and very inappropriately clad employee, he had
forgotten Ishita.
"Miss Dubey!
What the hell are you doing here?"
"Sir. I am
so sorry. I was tired and then I was
only going to lie down for a moment after I finished my work and then ... Oh my
word it's dark outside. I must have
fallen asleep."
"Yash, who
is this?" Ishita asked again irately.
"She works
for me."
"Why is she
in your bed?"
"No, ma'am
it is not what you think. I worked in the office till late then I still had to
clean the house and I thought sir would not be home early tonight."
"So you
thought you could get in his bed. Is
that it? Women like you are really
common"
"Excuse
me. Women like me?! What does that mean? I am the one that accidentally fell asleep
here. You are the one that came here
with a man that you are not married to do who knows what. I wouldn't call anyone names if I were you."
"Yashu, are
you going allow her to speak to me like that?'
"Miss Dubey,
this is my guest. Please control yourself."
"Oh guest,
is that what they call them these days?'
She heard a
sharp intake of breath from the woman.
"Miss
Dubey!"
"Fine, I
will go to the other room to get dressed and leave you to your guest'."
She got up
and went to the guest room. What kind of
women does he entertain here she thought.
And besides she wasn't even that pretty.
He could do so much better. And
she was mean. He is an idiot for
choosing such a woman. She was angry at
him and she was, sad. She didn't want
him to be with any other woman. She was
angry at herself for feeling like this.
She had no right. He was not hers
and would never be. She felt so close to tears.
She decided to shower anyway. She
worked hard and felt sticky and hot.
"Ishita, I
am so sorry about all of this. I will
get a driver to drop you home. I want to
have a word with ... with her."
"I can
wait.' She tried for a while to get him
to change his mind but after a while she gave in.
"No, I will
call you tomorrow. Really I am very sorry." he led her to the lift and called
downstairs to arrange the driver.
As soon as
she was gone he went to the guest room and stormed in. She was standing there covered in a
towel. She was busy drying her
hair. Again he was rooted to his spot,
his eyes glued to her. She swung around
when he barged in, accidentally undoing the towel and it dropped to the
floor. She stared at him in shock and
quickly bent down to pick up the towel and she ran back into the bathroom.
Finally, he
moved out of the room. He waited for her
in the lounge.
Eventually she
came out. She looked around for his
companion and realised he was alone. She
couldn't look him in the eye. But she couldn't resist asking.
"Where is
she?"
"Miss Dubey,
she left."
"Because of
me"
"This
inappropriate behaviour and attire of yours has to come to an end. What happened tonight was unacceptable."
"My attire?
I get hot when I clean and you are never here.
Well almost never."
"I
understand that, but when I am here I expect you to be dressed decently. And you can't be sleeping in my bed" he said
but as he said it he realised there was nothing he wanted more.
"Sir ...
sorry."
"Just go
Miss Dubey."
"Yes, sir"
She turned
around.
"She is not
the right girl for you."
"Miss Dubey,
what did I just say about inappropriate behaviour? That includes what come out of your mouth
most times. Will you please leave now?"
"Sorry" she
said again and left.
He needed
her to leave otherwise he was not sure what he would do to her. His behaviour would be highly inappropriate
too. He had thought that he would get
some much needed relief tonight and now he ended being even more frustrated
than before. What was he going to do
about this woman? She would be the
death of him.
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