Mysterious Death

8-👻Gossip Queen👻

Drishti went back to sleep and I left to spy on my maid Mrs. Veena.

Fortunately, few months back she had forgotten her purse in our house and I had gone to return it or else it would have been a hard task to find her address.

Wishing for the superpower to directly teleport in her house, I walked the long distance. Not that my feet hurt but it was boring to walk so much alone.

Roads were almost empty except a few vehicles. It took more than a hour for me to reach Mrs. Veena's house. I would have flat out fainted if I walked so much when I was alive.

Going inside her house, I saw 8-10 people crammed up in a single room, sleeping on makeshift beds while Veena Aunty was already up and working in the kitchen.

Why the hell was she awake so early in the morning? And how could all these people adjust in such a small place?

I looked at the quantity of food she was preparing. There were so many people in this house, atleast one of them could have helped her.

One by one they all woke up and started ordering around without even wishing her Good Morning.

Wow! Even my mother treated her more warmly than her family.

"I told you to make my favorite today," saying this a 10 year old, probably her son threw away his plate of food.

'She slaved away since morning to make this, you Idiot,' I thought curling my fist.

"I was going to but there weren't enough ingredients for it. I will make it tomorrow, okay?" Saying this she started picking up the mess her son had created.

She should have let him do that then he wouldn't dare to it next time.

Her husband came forward with a silver box in his hands.

"Why is this empty? You were going to receive your salary yesterday. Where is it? Did you use it for yourself?" he asked angrily, bending her hands.

My eyes widened in shock, looking at the scene.

"Please leave my hand. I haven't received my salary yet. Their daughter just died. She must have forgotten and I too didn't ask as she was already suffering from the loss," She explained crying her eyes out while no one cared to help her.

I so wanted to push the man away but I was helpless.

"You didn't ask? YOU DIDN'T ASK? Who gave you the permission to decide? Who cares if their daughter died? Bring the money today or else don't come home," saying this he pushed her away.

Wiping her tears, she left the house. I too followed her.

"Hey Veena! Were is your attention? You didn't even see me," A middle aged lady came calling out to Veena Aunty.

"I didn't realize. You should know by now that I am a daydreamer," Veena Aunty said with a laugh.

All the sadness vanished from her face instantly.

"Are you okay? I heard your screams yesterday night," the lady inquired, not looking a least bit worried.

"No no, I just saw a rat. We need to do something about them. Their population has increased so much in our area. By the way, do you know that Mrs. Jyoti went to her mother's house after getting into a fight with her mother-in-law."

Just like that another round of gossiping began.

They walked ahead talking about everything and anything; the main topic of her screams disappearing into thin air.

"We were having so much fun but we need to go in different directions," saying this Veena Aunty went towards the right while the other lady walked forward.

I followed her as she climbed 3 floors and rang the bell.

Just like my house, she talked more than she worked. There was nothing interesting so I just sat on the sofa, waiting for her to finish her work.

Soon both the employer and employee came near the sofa with cups of tea in their hands.

I hurriedly stood up when the owner came to sit on the exact place where I was sitting.

Veena Aunty sat down beside her, drinking her tea.

"Madam, I shouldn't tell you this but the madam on second floor is so jealous of you. She was talking about how you spend money on worthless things. I tried to take your side but who would listen to me," Veena Aunty started her daily dose of gossip.

"Really? That two-faced lady. She talks so sweetly to me but does this behind my back. And she is the one to talk about me. I mean she is such a miser. Always comes home and eats lots of snacks but has she ever invited anyone to her home?

"She is such a freeloader yet I never speak ill about her. What can we do? Not everyone is like us. I never speak behind anyone's back," the madam spoke contradicting her own words yet having the decency to look betrayed.

This train of gossip continued for almost every house she worked at.

Now we were finally at the second last house, the last one being mine. How do I know this?

She was muttering it to herself. Her happy face vanished as soon as she was alone.

While I was alive, I thought the she was the happiest person alive. No one could guess by seeing her happy go lucky nature that she suffered so much.