Forever His

Chapter 9: His House

Mahnoor's POV

I got out of the car and Lord, his hous- I mean palace, was magnificent. It was triple the size of my house. Huge glass windows with beautiful flowers on the front lawn and cars parked in a circle with a fountain in the middle. A short staircase made from marble led to the door which was standing between two white pillars, where two bulky security guards stood. It was huge - 5 storey and an attic at the very top. There were balconies in front of quite a few windows which I assumed were bedrooms but the window that was placed in the middle had a larger balcony with two garden chairs, roses and something that seemed like a treadmill. Men were mowing the front lawn whilst others watered the plants. It all looked enchanting. The only good I saw in this fake marriage was at least I got to live in a beautiful house.

"You've been standing here staring for exactly...6 minutes and 47 seconds. I think we can go inside now." I didn't realise I was standing for that long but I wasn't to blame. His house was perfect.

"Right, my bad." I respond a little embarrassed.

He typed in a passcode into the machine and a maid opened the door. You know when I said the outside was perfect. I was wrong - the interior was more than perfect. Right in front of me stood a staircase. They went both directions meeting at the top in the hallway. The staircase was made of glass and not a speck of dust was sat on it. As I tilted my head up, there was the most luxurious chandelier right above my head. The little glass dangling swayed from the slight draught that came from outside, making little twinkling sounds. I looked back down to see a console to the right and left of me with a mirror sitting on top. There was doors everywhere leading to different places I didn't know of. I was convinced I was going to get lost.

"This is your personal maid and if you need anything just ask her. She'll show you your room and the rest of the house and how everything works. You'll be living in one of the rooms on the second floor for the time being and after the wedding you'll be living in my room. The servants will have your stuff taken out and it'll be put in my room to avoid them the hassle of moving it again after only three days." As soon as he said that, he turned around and left. I looked around to see the maid that opened the door and she smiled at me. She was much older than me but seemed like a sweet lady.

"My name's Kiran. I'll be your servant from today." She spoke in a soft and well-mannered way.

"Where did Shameer go?

"Meeroo Ji works from six to six, so he's gone back to the office with Mr Farjaad."

"Meeroo Ji? Who's that?" I ask with confusion etched on my face.

She chuckles. "That's the man who's going to be your husband in a few days. I've been waiting for this day since I started working here."

"It seems everyone has." I say annoyed.

She leads me up the staircase which led to the left side of the first floor.

"Don't worry, you're in safe hands. Meeroo Ji is a man of gold. You are a very lucky girl to have him. Many women die to be married to him. Proposals come and go in this house. Consider youself lucky Ma'am." According to her, he's an amazing man. But I think quite the opposite. I mean like I said, he's okay...but he's a murderer taking innocent lives.

"You don't need to call me Ma'am. I'd like you to think of me as your friend. I'm going to be stuck here a while anyway."

"No no. You are Meeroo Ji's wife - we must regard you with great respect. He has saved us from cruelty, given us shelter and money. We owe him our lives." 

"Wife to be." I correct her. "And what do you mean, 'us?'"

"All of us working here and many more. He is a very generous man Ma'am."

"Kiran remember, you can call me by my name." I've never been called 'Ma'am.' I didn't like it. All of the servants back at my house also called me by my name or Noor. I preferred it that way. Calling me 'Ma'am' was way too formal.

"Ma'am, I can't and also we haven't been told your name as we are expected to call you Ma'am..."she says a little hesitant.

"Aww, well you could've said that before. My name is Mahnoor but Noor for short." 

"You have a very beautiful name."

"Thank you, my mum named me." I sound a little upset at her mention but I think Kiran realises as she changes the topic.

"Well, do you like the house?" 

I look around as I say, "Yup, it really is beautiful. Whoever the interior designer was, clearly knew what they were doing."

"Meeroo Ji designed it all."

"Oh. Right, of course."

"I know you two aren't getting married under the best circumstances and you may have many complaints for you dad and Meeroo Ji but, I will make sure you have no complaints from my side." So she knew about the 'circumstances' aswell.

"Thank you Kiran."

"No worries Noori Ji." Noori Ji? I'd never been called that before. But for some reason I didn't mind it. 

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"This is your room until the wedding. As you're aware, after the wedding you will shift into Meeroo Ji's room. And one more thing." The room was beautiful. It had a view of the sea and almost looked as though the sun was touching the water.

"Yes?"

"Meeroo Ji's office is out of bounds. Only he can go. I only go to clean it but it is cleaned during his presence. Unless you are told to go, which is rare...you mustn't go." She seems quite strict about it but what could the man possibly be hiding in that room.

"Okay..."

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After a good two hours of the whole house tour, I was lying in my room. It felt cold and empty since most of my stuff was in his room. I took a leave from uni which meant I had to stay in this house for a week or two, being a bride and looking pretty. I couldn't tell Meerab as I was warned from my father that no one can be trusted. But I still told her. She was my life long friend and it was hard to keep things from her. 

She didn't tell Rohail either since we knew how much of a mess it would create so she just told him I was on holiday. I knew after the news was everywhere, he'd be mad but I'd figure that out later.

Dinner was served at exactly 6.45pm since the idiot would be back home and would have showered and changed according to Kiran. Well she didn't call him an idiot but that's what he was. It was 5.27pm so I decided to take a shower meaning I could be ready by then. I grabbed one of my suits that I'd kept from my many suitcases for easy access and also a towel. I stepped into the shower and let the warm water fall over me.

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Author's Note:

How did we like his house? I can't lie, I kinda wanna move in aswell.

I love Kiran. She's sooo adorable and sweet

#livelaughlovekiran :)

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