HIS SHADES OF LIFE

Chapter 54

Humiliation.

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Meaning of the quotes in picture ☝️:-

Hand blisters
Foot hooks,
Eye tears
heart ache,
Whatever gift you gave me in love.. Is priceless..
Now sorrow comes, happiness comes, death comes or you come,
I just sense your coming and open the door...
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Shahnoor's POV :-

"ISN'T IT READY YET?!" He shouted for the 4th time.

Everything's going alright until this morning, we together offered our fajr salah than got ready as well. When we came at the dining table for breakfast, everyone already started eating. I was about to sit down on the chair when he stopped me and told me to make breakfast for him. Jameela aunty told him that there's so much on the table for breakfast, why is he telling me to make differently for him? But he said that from now onwards he will eat whatever I will cook for him and he won't eat anything made by the home chefs.
I, on the other hand got all bewildered on this new challenge from him, but with lots of embarrassment, in front of everyone I declared that I don't know how to cook properly. So, he being all that arrogant jerk, ya Allah I am sorry for calling him that but what should I do? He insulted me in front of everyone, taunting me that I only know how to break someone else's house and shouted on me to cook whatever I know for now while giving me time limits of 30 minutes, like seriously. I can only make rotis in such time and that too if I calm myself but its just 35 minute happened and he already started shouting.

"Isn't it ready? Sir is getting really angry?" One of the maid came running in with nervousness written all over her face.

"I-I a-am trying, ju-just five minutes." I said while rolling the aloo-paratha (Wheat bread stuffed with potatoes).

"Do it quick ma'am." She said with a hurry, I nodded.

My hands are already shivering, so is my heartbeats. Is he a hulk or what? Can't he keep calm until I cook. I put a spoon full of ghee on the pan than the paratha on it, after flipping it two to three times on high flame, its done. I quickly put the paratha on the plate than applied some butter and malai on it, the maid told me he likes to eat malai a lot.

"WILL YOU GIVE ME BREAKFAST TODAY OR TOMORROW?!" He shouted again, my heart isn't functioning normally at this moment I swear I am so dead.

I only cook one paratha in half an hour, if ammi would be here than she would felt proud but no she isn't here. No one loves me here, they all look at me with narrow eyes and disgust. Tears pool my eyes as I remember their look from earlier.

"Its done." I told to the maid, she nodded and took the plate than went out.

I sighed in relief and sat down on the floor. I felt so tired, I never worked like this before. Alhamdulillah, I know about the simple indian recipes.

"SHAHNOOR!" My heart jumped when he yelled my name.

Now What?! Jaan lelo meri! (Take my life). I got up with a heavy sigh and went out. I am being all messed up with the flour all over my salwar-suit, face and hair. They all look at me as I walked nervously towards him. The maid who took the plate is crying while looking down, poor she. I too am poor though, my poor life.

"Why didn't you bring the plate out? Why is she serving me the breakfast when you are here?!" He shouted on my face.

I closed my eyes, while clenching my jaw to keep calm and do not spit out anything that I'll regret later. Of course, she is the one you hired for this work.