Noya couldn't be happier about her new job. She was ready to seize this opportunity and pay off her substantial debt. She knew she had made a mistake with her boss, or rather, her ex-boss. However, she had no idea what the future held for them.
Booking a cab, she and Miya were on their way to her new job. Since the boss himself would be interviewing her, as she was going to be his child's nanny after all, Noya was extremely excited. She closed her eyes as the gentle breeze played with her hair, creating a soothing lullaby. She loved this feeling. She loved being in touch with nature.
But soon all her face expressed changes when she witnessed the same villa. That was royally built with royal and elegance screaming through each corner. Her smile disappeared. With a shocking and unbelievable expression, she turned to Miya. "Are we in the right place? I guess we are not," she said softly, shaking her head in denial. Maybe she was dreaming or seeing things. She couldn't figure it out.
Miya chuckled at her words, "Of course we are in the right place. Come on, let's go. The boss must be waiting for us," she said, making Noya's heart beat loudly. She gulped nervously and sadly pouted at her fate. Why was the whole universe hell-bent on embarrassing her in front of him? With glossy eyes, she looked at the sky, murmuring.
"Don't you love me, Lord? Why? Just why?" Making a crying face, she followed Miya with a sulking expression.
While Barq was back after his early morning meeting, today he didn't want to leave Amayra alone as she had a bit of a fever. Being all grumpy, she was nestled in her father's arms as he combed her hair into a ponytail, which was the only hairstyle he knew. "Daddy, are my hair growing long enough?" she asked while touching her ponytail.
"Of course, baby, it is. Alright, done with your hair. Now what else is left?" he asked, making her stand on the bed. She pouted cutely and said, "underwear!"
He mouthed "oh" as he had forgotten to make her wear underwear. "Wait a second," he said, going to the wardrobe. But upon hearing her whine to tuck her along, he came back and took her in his arms again. He unlocked her session of the wardrobe and asked which one she wanted, as Amayra chooses each outfit by herself.
Amayra scanned her entire room, searching for her pink underwear. Already on the verge of tears, Barq sighed at her grumpy demeanor, knowing that she was feeling unwell. Kids and their obsession with being grumpy. "It's alright, Daddy will get you more underwear, right?" he said, wiping away her big fat tears. "No, I want my old one, with a butterfly in the middle," she said, now sobbing with hiccups. Her cute little face turned red from her continuous crying.
"Noted, madam. Now, stop crying, my love. Okay, let's do some online shopping, what do you say?" he said, making her nod with a small smile. She quickly wiped away her tears. Barq shook his head at her. Shopping could work wonders for Amayra's mood!
As they both settled on the couch, searching for some underwear as Amayra described. Barq received a call from his security that Miya was here with a new nanny. He gave permission to let them inside and ended the call. He gently placed Amayra on the couch and allowed her to enter his credential information on the laptop. As he stood up to leave, Amayra grabbed his hand and said, "Just a minute, I will be back," causing her to whine.
Whining, she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, and he held her protectively as they went out. Ill Amayra couldn't bear to be separated from her daddy for even a second!
And here Noya was sweating under the air conditioners! Miya chuckled at her nervousness about her new job, new place, and new people. But little did she know what the actual matter was.
Noya stiffened upon hearing the sound of shoes clicking on the white shining floor. Her head started spinning. The same musky cologne hit her nostrils. While Miya stood up respectfully when her boss arrived in the lounge. She elbowed Noya to stand up at least.
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His Second Wife
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