Chapter 15

"Good night my little fairy." Ayzel kissed the sleeping face of her daughter, Farheen. After listening to her favorite fairy tales, she went into a peaceful sleep. Now the non-peaceful period of her mother was about to start.

Ayzel sighed and went downstairs to see what was waiting for her.

"What was taking you so long?" Mariam scolded her. She was acting like her mother-in-law.

"Farheen was taking time to sleep," Ayzel answered her.

"Okay, okay. You already have wasted a lot of time. Come, we don't have all the night for your drama." Mariam said dismissing her.

Ayzel just shook her head. First, she asked herself and now was scolding her for answering her. Unbelievable woman!

Mariam brought her to the outdoor small ground in the mansion, where a long table with chairs was already set. All the sitting was occupied by male staff members. The guards, Gardner, drivers, etc. Mukhtar was there too with a sorrowful face.

Master Zain was already waiting for her.

"Come, miss maid. These men are already starving, so hurry." Zain was excited.

Her new task.

She had to serve them the meal and then clean all the leftovers and mess.

For a whole day, she was given a tiny amount of food, and here all his male servants were getting treated to a lavish meal.

How ironic!

"But you are not allowed to eat that food. Understood?" Zain warned Ayzel. The poor girl nodded and started to serve them.

For a few times, her mouth watered but she showed a great amount of forbearance. When the males were done she picked up all the utensils.

It took her two hours to clean all the utensils. Even the kitchen had the facility of the electric dishwasher but here she was washing them in an open space under tap water. Her back was aching very badly. Even in the restaurant, her duty was never that tough.

All the time Marian stood over her head so that she could not do any corruption and wash each and everything properly.

This same routine continued.

When it came to polishing the boots staff Ayzel thought, all the boots would be delivered to her room. But no, Zain already planned a pure humiliation for her.

He made her polish the boots like a cobbler. A wooden box was placed in front of her and one by one every staff member placed their shoe-cladded feet on the box and she polished them, except Mukhtar. He was not there. He intentionally disappeared from the scene.

Along with the polish her tears were absorbed in it too. But not a single word of complaint was uttered out of her mouth. But was her torment in peace? A satisfaction was present on his face. But who knows about the inside of his heart?

Every day she did laundry to avoid the burden and then ironed the clothes as well. But for this purpose, she was given an ordinary machine and she had to use her hands well

All the maids and other staff gave her disgusting and weird looks. They could not say through their mouth but their eyes called her a traitorous wife, betrayer, sinner, vile woman, etc.

Children were complaining too that she was giving them less time. They kept on asking where she was. But they found her working all the time.

"Mama there are many other people in the house can't they help you?" Arham asked while her mother was ironing the clothes.

"Why my little lion? It's my home and I have to do the work like we do our work in the previous house." She told him with a big smile.

"But work was not that much in the previous house." He made a face.

"Because we are only four people then. You, me, fairy, and Aunt Saliha." The mention of Saliha's name made her emotional.

"I am missing her, Mama." Arham got a bit sad. "Me too, my little boy." She sighed.

Arham's eyes blinked in an idea. "Mama, let me help you in the work like I did in the previous house." Thus he helped her with ironing. Both mother and son were enjoying the work when Farheem came running.

"Arham come, come. Let's hurry. Uncle Burhan has come. He has brought lots of chocolate for us!" Farheen was so excited that she was jumping on her feet.

"Burhan" Ayzel whispered. Burhan came. Her heart was beating randomly. How would she face him? Yet she wanted to hug him and apologize. She wanted to cry in his brotherly embrace.

She was not aware when both kids got out of the room. But when she realized her intensity came out into the main hall. The kids were busy with their chocolate and the new toys Burhan brought for them. But he was not there.

"Arahm, Farheen where in your Burhan Uncle?" She anxiously asked.

"He went upstairs to talk with Papa," Farheen answered her. Azyel looked up. She got a glimpse of his back.

It was useless to go upstairs. Facing Burhan in the presence of Zain would be more grilling for her. Burhan would never thought with his mind in Zain's presence. So she waited for him downstairs.

A part of her was scared to face him. But when she already faced so much trouble, why to scared of Burhan? At least he has a human side.

The kids went to play outside. She kept on waiting for him. Finally, he came down after 3 hours. He was descending the stairs.

"Burhan!" Ayzel called her. But he ignored her completely and was going out. She ran after him. It was now or never.

"Burhan!"

"Burhan!"

"Please just listen to me for once. For the sake of old times. Please!" Ayzel was panting and crying.

He paused and clenched his fists. With much patience he finally faced her. Because he never wanted to see her let alone listen to her.

"What is left to say?" He was angry.

"Burhan, how are you?" a sisterly concern was evident on her face.

Burhan mocked a laugh. "Look who is asking about my well-being? the same person who threw me at the feet of my enemies. The killers of my mother and unborn sister." He uttered every word with Pain and anger. "For your disappointment, I am alive and fine."

"Burhan, I know you won't believe me. But I am utterly and truly sorry for what I have done. I also know that no apology or punishment would be enough for my redemption. But I still apologize." She again joined her hands in front of him, as she did in front of Osama.

"Don't waste your energy in this drama. It won't affect us." He scoffed.

"But do you know what I lost, Ayzel?" he complained. He went close to her.

"I lost my innocence. I became the beast. The mercilessness of the enemies had turned me into this. But you know what hurt more!" he got loud. Her crying intensified.

"My dad hates me for this avatar. He called Zain's father and his mafia roots responsible for this. He says Bhai forced the marriage on you. That's why you did this. But I saw the love in his eyes." Burhan was hurting himself and her.

She was aware of his love too. Her heart and soul had bathed in his love too. But a misunderstanding of a moment ruined everything.

"you proved that only blood relations are true. I gave you the status of my sister. But what have you done? No matter how much people like you are treated well, you bite back at your well-wishers. Warda was right. " He was very mad at her. Or was he mad at the fact that Warda's theory was proved?

"You showed the true colors of your class. The worthless, statusless, and ungrateful woman you are." It was the last blow to herself and the last blow by Burhan. All the things ended. Burhan left after this.

She was shedding non-stop tears. The sounds of footsteps woke her. She wiped her face.

"Mama, did you meet Burhan Uncle?" Farheen asked her. Oh, she met him very well. "He is so nice and handsome. I love him so much." Farheen was praising him.

"Come on, let's give you dinner." She took her inside. She served dinner to the kids and Zain. She was unusually tired. Rather emotionally tired.

Zain was aware of her and Burhan's encounter. He also knew it did not end well. And that was bound to happen.

She was washing the plates in the kitchen when Asma talked with her.

"Why you are getting yourself more humiliated when you know you won't get any forgiveness from anyone?" She was feeling bad for her. She knew too how Osama and Burhan treated her.

The plates were washed and she closed the tap. Without answering she went upstairs to the kids. She has no stamina to explain herself further. She lost a war from this world.

Asma just felt more sorry for her. She only prayed that soon Lord would show mercy on Ayzel.