Entangled {With Slaves Of Persia} (Book 2)

~ 19 ~

Meera's P.O.V....

I noticed a plaster on my neck the next morning after we came back from Agra while I was taking bath i'm not sure but i think it's Rahul sir behind it...

Pam Aunty has been very helpful with my working hours, sometimes I was home early and many days I was home only after ten in the night, Aunty never complained. Raj visited my cabin that day when Rahul sir was away, I told him many times that I would ask him if I need any help but he never used to listen to me. ' I am always at your service Meera, you carry on with your work, I will just sit here' he kept saying. I did not know how to convince him not to interrupt me while I was working, talking over the phone with an important client with the other Company, taking dates for meeting etcetra etcetra.. his eyes were constantly fixated on me at different places of my body. It was good Raj helped me when I needed during my initial days at the office but now I did not need it anymore, but who's going to tell him that. I even told Purab sir about Raj's unnecessary involvement in my work. i cannot afford to lose this job now.. I always am trying not to get any complaint from my boss. Above all Raj always was ogling me making me pretty uncomfortable oh god..help me please... I always prayed.

I guess my prayers were heard, Rahul sir was very angry when he saw Raj touching my cheeks on the pretext pf pushing my hair, 'Leave it Raj, I can do it myself' I said but somewhere deep inside I was feeling obligated and was trying to be polite with him whenever I told him not to touch me. But Rahul sir has no obligation and he burst out on him. Deep inside I was feeling relieved when Rahul sir held Raj's collar and was literally dragging him out but I was scared too. My heart beat was too high seeing all the commotion, what if Raj does any harm to me or Rahul sir.... was the first thought that popped up in my mind when I saw Raj on the floor and they both were yelling at each other.

Initially when I spoke to Raj I felt he was a kind hearted person. Once he told me about an incident where he was humiliated by some other person making him very angry and upset. So he found out the right opportunity and hit back the person who humiliated him in such a way that he broke his leg and was hospitalized for over a month for other injuries. Raj told this making me a bit more cautious while I spoke with him. When I saw Raj confronting Rahul sir and threatening him with dire consequences, I recollected Raj's nature and wanted to stop Rahul sir from challenging him but he's the boss and he won't listen, I am just an employee.

While going back to the room Rahul sir spoke those words that hurt me pretty deep. My chest turned very heavy hearing him say that I am a prostitute. Back to my cabin, I tried my best not to cry since he does not know the limitations I have as a woman. you will never ever understand my limitations and weakness because of which i could not be strong enough to oppose Raj....

Back in my room I was still trying to cope up with the fresh situation I was in when the phone on my desk kept ringing.

'Hello..Oberoi Group of Companies' I answered adjusting my throat.

'Yeah may I know if I can speak with Mister Rahul?' questioned a female voice that was strong as a rock.

'May I know whose speaking ma'am?' I had to confirm before passing on the call to my boss.

'Tell him, it's Amanda Wilson' she replied.

'Yes ma'am..just a second' I kept her call on hold for a minute and called my boss, 'Sir there's a lady wanting to talk to you'

'Who's the lady?' my boss asked me still in a very angry tone.

'Sir she says, she's Amanda Wilson' I replied.

'Is it? Why did you keep her call in waiting. why didn't you connect directly? You...' He was about to say something, he paused for a second and said, 'Connect her to me'

I connected the call and continued with my work. There was an event coming up organised by the Oberoi Group, I was responsible for booking the venue, taking care of the decorations. I kept myself busy with that work, I needed some distraction. The words still kept ringing inside my head bringing instant sorrow with a huge lump forming up in my throat that very second which I tried my best to swallow. Back home that evening around nine, I was greeted by Aunty as usual.

'What happened? you look so dull? Is everything okay? she asked me.

Her considerate attitude towards me made me burst into tears, hugging her that very moment.

'Don't cry my dear! Tell me what happened. I am sure Rahul is the one behind your hurt? Isn't it?' she asked me. I do not know how she can read my mind. I could not stop my tears and kept wiping them with the handkerchief, I sat besides Aunty. 'Fatima, get some water for Meera' she ordered the maid who too was there with us.

Fatima was back with a glass of cold water in a tray. 'First drink this water then talk' said Aunty caressing my back with one hand and she was holding the glass with another. I sipped a bit, still I was not in a position to talk. 'I'm pretty sure you must not have eaten anything from morning, Fatima, serve us dinner, today I'll have food with my daughter...' Those words of Aunty brought more tears, I immediately lay my head on her lap, bending my legs up on the couch, I cried out loud. I never ever got the opportunity to feel how mother's love would be and now again I got a taste of it. I did not wish to let go off the opportunity.

'Come on let's have dinner, I'm very hungry tonight' she said, 'I'm diabetic, so you know I have to eat on time' she said still caressing my back.

I wiped my tears since I did not wish to make her wait any further due to her medical condition. I washed my face and changed my clothes, wore a small printed night gown and shared the seat next to hers.

'You know Meera, my late husband was a very good man but at times he showed me hell, whenever he was upset with something at his office, he used to dump all that frustration on me the moment he came back home, I'm sure many of them do this'

I kept listening to her while I tried to eat the chapati (Indian bread made from wheat flour) with Okra cooked in spices, which actually is my favourite.

'When his anger subsided, he used to feel very guilty for his behaviour and would either buy me some flowers or take me out for dinner or even we had some special night, you know what I mean?' Aunty said with a smile winking her eye. I could understand the last part she said partially, guess i need to experience it, it's then i would understand even better...i don't think i will ever be able to get that experience in my life.

I could not stop smiling with the way she expressed her experiences. How do people love each other so much.... I could not understand anyways i don't have this option in my life...my life is cursed....i'm destined to live life like this....alone...

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