𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 || 16+

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I stepped inside the villa with the bag in my hands and admiring the beautiful pastel peach colour interior design with floral patterns on ceiling looked absolutely gorgeous.

We were in the entrance where many servants were looking at us and wishpering something but when the butler looked at them, they shut their mouth and ran away like a scaredy cat. Baba and I were really confused by thier behaviour and much more concerned about the consequences of doing something ungrateful in the town because people of town don't forgive so easily and especially not us villagers.

But keeping all that aside, the hall is really with the big flower vases on the corners and the big diamond chandelier in the centre of the hall with candles burning inside of them. There is this pleasant vibe in this place but with a powerful aura as if the people living here are someone respectful.

The place is overall really prestigious but I don't know how or what kind of people own this because I would love to own this villa only for myself. Even though I haven't seen the complete villa, I am obsessed with it.

Just as we reached the centre of the hall, the butler in front of us, stopped and turning back us, he told us to wait while the master and mistress arrive.

My bag is not that heavy but the bag maa gave me, is more heavy. Like, not even mumma gave me so many goods for my train journey, the much maa gave me. Well, a mother being mother, I guess.

Anyways while we are standing, I again started admiring the beautiful interiors when suddenly a loud footsteps echoed in the hall and tightening my grip on the bag's strap, I held it towards my knees with my both hands and then bowed down my head a little to show them respect.

The sounds grew louder and then two figures stood in front of us. Baba and I bowed our heads in front of them and then stood at a distance when a thin female voice told us to raise our heads.

As I raised my head, I saw it was a beautiful early 40s lady in a pastel blue saaree and her deep brown hair was in a tight low bun with artificial roses in it. Her face, without much wrinkles looked beautiful with her hazy black eyes and the amount of make up, she applied. And her posture was that of a proper noble.

The person standing next to her was a man in his early 40s with raven black hair and chocolate brown eyes and dressed in a burgundy suit, the most strange was there was this rich and royal aura surrounding him. And he was holding a stick, which I think is just for show off because he can walk properly.

After some time of standing there, me just admiring them, someone called my name and responded to baba. Then he gestured towards them and introduced them to me saying that the man is one of the trusted noble who is good terms with East India Company and his name is Vasant Rao and the lady standing next to him is his wife, Nalini Rao who smiled at me while she looked at me but sir stood firm. Right then baba told me that we will be staying in their villa for few days until his work is finished so I had to greet them. Wait, did he already introduce me to them?

Just then I heard baba saying,"And this is my daughter, Isha. She is a quiet and responsible girl so she won't cause you any trouble and that's why I thought of taking her with me."

Then the lady looked at me and said,"Nice to meet you dear. You look really pretty, If I had a daughter, I would love to have one like you but (looking at her husband), we only have a son, who I think is the same age as you."

Well, that is not what I am concerned about. I hope the people in town will treat us good or else what is the benefit of staying here?

Anyways, I kept my bag at my side and went to touch their feet when the lady grabbed my shoulders and pulling me up straight, she said,"Oh dear, don't do that. In here, maidens don't touch feets. They just join their hands."