OBSESSED

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"Stacy what happened with your arm??" asked Naira innocently, voice full of concern. Stacy chuckled gingerly.
"Nothing Ms. Naira. I just fell in the bathroom and broke my arm." she lied but didn't make it obvious. Naira nodded.
"Can I help you with your chores??? I can make the bed on my own." she offered sweetly. Stacy smiled tenderly.
"No thank you Ms. Naira but I am perfectly capable of doing all my chores by myself. Please don't worry about me." Stacy politely declined the offer. Naira sighed.
"Ok. But please let me know if there's anything I can help you with. I will be glad to help you in any way I can." Naira said like a good girl. Stacy smiled and nodded.
"Good morning sunshine. I thought you would be in the dining room but that's fine....we can walk together." said the owner of the house from the door. He was dressed handsomely in a forest green three piece suit and his hairs were styled neatly. Let's be honest out here. Narasimha Varma was not only handsome but also drool worthy chap. He had a naturally sculpted face with thick and prominent South Indian features. Though he had a great accent and only few most linguistically inclined people could make out the almost invisible vestiges of Malayali accent hidden deep inside his 'otherwise northern accent'. Narasimha was proud of his culture and heritage but because he had spent so many years working with people from Delhi, Surat and even Rohtak, his accent had become more northern than southern . But Narasimha never thought that it was something he should really give a shit about. I mean Narasimha still spoke in Malayali. The only reason why Malayalam wasn't spoken much in his household nowadays was because Naira was a complete stranger to his language. But Narasimha knew that he would teach her his language after their marriage.

Naira gasped at the sight of him. He looked way too happy and cheerful even after that scary conversation at cafe yesterday.
"Um I was about to go downstairs. I just saw Stacy's arm in the cast." she confessed innocently. Narasimha looked at Stacy with a bone chilling grin plastered on his face. Stacy recalled what led to the cast on her arm and by all means she should fear the perpetrator who was responsible for that. She bowed to him fearfully and whisked out quickly. Narasimha then turned to his prized possession. She looked beautiful in that baggie t shirt and knee length shorts. Her hairs were braided beautifully and little wisps of hairs were hanging over her forehead. He would have leaned over and kissed her sweet lips but he refrained from doing so.
"Stacy is such a nice lady don't you think??" he asked, smiling like a creep. She looked down and nodded. That wasn't the response he was looking for. His eyebrow arched upwards.
"Is there some problem love??" asked he, unhappy to see his plan not working as he had executed in his head. She looked up at him with a frown.
"You should like her since she comes and tells you everything." she spoke flatly. Narasimha was surprised. What was that supposed to mean!!!
"Love what are you talking about??" he asked scratching his head. Naira narrowed her eyes at him.
"She's a snitch and she snitches on me all the time." she told him angrily. Narasimha's eyes were wide open like saucers. Ofcourse Stacy was appointed for this very purpose by him but he never knew Naira would react so strongly towards her. She was supposed to like her.
"Um I don't know...."
"She does Mr. Varma. She keeps giving every single information about me to you. I can't trust her." she fumed, crossing her arms over her chest. Narasimha arrested his laughter in his throat. She looked damn adorable when she's pissed off. He could just kiss the hell out of her this very moment. And getting worked up on somebody who was supposedly doing her job!!!! That was hilarious. But just to not fuel the fire, he played along and nod his head to everything she said.
"And she just can't keep her nose to herself. She has to know everything I am doing. She wants to know what I eat and when I eat....even when I use the restroom she keeps a record of that too. I don't like her. Stacy the snitch." she said disdainfully. Narasimha slapped his hand on his mouth and laughed. This was exactly what he had instructed Stacy to do. And correction, it wasn't Stacy who wanted to keep records of everything concerning her but him. I mean Stacy wasn't obsessed with her but he was.
"Ok ok i get it. You don't like Stacy.....that can be fixed. I will ask someone else to be your caretaker." he told her cupping her cheeks.