My dear servant/Zarry

chapter 09

The night after Niall's visiting I felt better. And now my temperature has decreased and I am in good health.

I am currently in the living room,  buckling Harry's clothes. I was folding his clothes passionately and cordially. I can't pass over the way Harry cared for me yesterday. It makes my heart delightful, that Harry still cared for me.

I put his clothes in front of my nose and scented his clothes, which made my body refresh. Still, I can feel that same smell from his clothes which is always my favorite.

I need to put them in harry's closet. I think he is still in his room, getting ready for the office. We didn't get a chance to interact with each other, yesterday. I think I should thank him for yesterday, the way he cared for me. He did all of these for me. I know he is trying his best to ignore me. But at least I can do start.

I smiled at myself and walked to his room, and stood at the edge of the door. I peeped the door and saw he was in front of the mirror, fixing his tie, getting ready for office. He was looking hot and handsome in his expensive black suit.

I was nervous and scared and I was sweating heavily. I don't want to ruin anything with my stupidity act. I should thank him and I am going to tell him that. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door but Harry didn't budge. So I knocked again, this time he didn't budge too. What should I do right now? I began to debate with my mind, should I enter his room or not. At last, I decided I will. I sighed and I was about to take a step in his room on that time he said,

"Stop right there" he growled and turned towards me. I gulped and instantly looked down, took a step back.
The more he was taking steps towards me the more scaredness rising on me but still I was hoping for the best.

Suddenly he came closer to me and I gasped when he pulled my hair made me look at him. I became shocked as I was expecting something else.

"Why did you come here?" he growled at my face

" I...i.." I stuttered as I was scared and words were not coming from my mouth. I became disappointed and tears started to form in my eyes.

What should be my answer? Should I tell him that I came here to his room to thank him for what he did to me yesterday?

"What happened? Why are you not answering me? Why have you come here?" Harry shouted, looking at me with two cold green eyes, tightening the grip in my hair, made me wince in pain.

"I. I came here to keep these clothes in your closet." I said slowly, tears rolled down my cheek. I thought Harry will admire me. But I was wrong.

"Ohh this was the reason? How can I forget that you are the master of lying? the way you lied yesterday is too much praiseworthy. You should give an award to a liar. But I know why have you come here. You came here to steal my money like last time. " he growled and jerked me. I got shocked by hearing that. My heart cried when I realized that he still believe me as a thief.

"No no, I didn't come to steal your money. Please, I...."

"Shut up. I don't want to hear anything, you bloody liar." Harry yelled, my heart broke and tears were not hesitant to roll.

"Ohh, you have brought clothes for me? Let me see how have you done that. Is it you called clean, pressed clothes? There are so many tangles, and there is still so dirt in these clothes." He growled and yanked all of these clothes and cast them on the floor. It was an excuse to vent anger on me. There were no tangles and dirt on that clothes. It took too much time to wash these clothes and pressed them. Harry took a step on the clothes, stood with the shoe, and pressed it.

"Oh no, It was your clothes." I knelt to pick them up but when I was about to take them from the floor, Harry pressed his foot on my hand and started squeezing it with his shoe, which made me wince in pain. He was stamping my hand harshly

"Ahh" I screamed but Harry was not letting his leg go from my palm. My fingers were grinding as he was squeezing more.

"Sir, please let me go. It..it hurts a lot. " I begged while crying but he didn't pull his leg off away from my hand. I began to whimper slowly and my body was shaking.

"Do you ever dare to work lazily? I want you to work properly here. And don't forget that you are my slave and I am your master. And there is nothing between us except the master and slave relationship. Got it?"

"Okay okay sir, I will, please let me go. It is hurting" I winced slowly and then he pulls his leg off from my hand.

I looked at my hand and started to rub, bruises formed in my palm and fingers. Blood started to come out from there and bruised fingers were already swollen up. It was burning and it was stinging like hell. I thought I can make Harry persuaded by thanking him and I was expecting Harry will be a little amatory to me but I was wrong which was giving me more pain.

I began to pick up all the clothes and weeping slowly, wiping out the tears from my cheeks.

"Some guests are coming tonight. So you should make dinner for them." He said sternly, waiting for my reply.

"Okay, sir" I responded and stood up. I want to shed tears loudly and I want to cry so badly now.

I put these clothes in the laundry basket and run to the basement where my daughter was sleeping in a crib. I kneeled in front of Aleena's crib and broke out in a cry.

I looked at Aleena, how peacefully she was sleeping. She had no idea what her father is going through, she did not worry about her life because she knows well that her father will always be there for her. And her father is always with her to protect her from any kind of danger.

"You know Aleena, your father loves you so much. I will make your life better and you will be a successful person in the world. I will never let you suffer as your baba had suffered. Your baba loves you so much.  You know this punishment of Harry is nothing for me. And I am not complaining either.  Because I deserve it. I am getting my karma. Harry's wrath is legitimate for me. But I still love him. He doesn't deserve me. He doesn't deserve a betrayer, liar like me. He deserves the best. And you deserve the best. Everyone deserves the best except me" I said all of these to Aleena and began to cry again. I was in a sobbing mess. She was sleeping and she had no idea what I was talking about. I was not bothering about the pain which I have in my hand. Anyway, I sighed and wiped my tears. I don't want to be weak in front of my daughter.