Toxic Love of Broken Billionaire

6. Moving to Hell

NAAYA’S POV:

“Where are my shoesssss??? The ones with a bow on top? “I asked screaming.

Today I was leaving for Zayan’s house. I was a hella lot nervous about this, but it was the only way out. His driver was going to pick me up from here around 2:00 p.m. and I am not even done with my packing and it’s already 1:00 pm.

“How can I know they are not my shoes? You should know,” my sister said in the same pitch.

“AHHhHhh….Then help me you useless crap,” I said getting panicked.

“Here are your shoes. They were placed right outside your room. Why are you getting all cranky? Are you okay?” my Bhabhi asked coming in with my pair of shoes.

“Yes I am okay,” I said and sat on the floor with hands around my head.

I was getting all cranky and that was because I was not sure about the job. Yesterday was a really hectic day but the cherry on top was when I told my parents about getting a job here.

They were really furious and wanted me to come back home right away. Like that was gonna happen. I planed the whole trip for this. It took a lot of convincing from me and also by Aman Bhai and his family to let me stay here for a while.

I didn’t tell them about the job I was getting. Otherwise, they would have died before letting me stay at someone’s house and that someone would be the biggest pervert in the whole wide world.

So after a long session of convincing, they let me stay here for the job. Aman Bhai gave them his word that he wouldn’t let anything happen to me, but he was also not comfortable with me staying at someone’s house. But I persuaded him by saying that it would be only for a month and I will leave as soon as I get another job.

I was afraid. I have never been in a relationship nor I ever talked to a boy and now I was going to live in someone’s house and I don’t even know that person. I hope this month goes by well and I get out of that house in one piece.

“The driver is here Naaya, “Aman Bhai said coming in my room and saw me sitting on the floor.

“Are you okay honey?” He said sitting right across me on the floor.

“If you are not sure then you can still say no, we can find another job. But let me tell you one thing you going there doesn’t mean that we are going to forget you. I am going to keep a check on you and besides that you are going to be with us every Sunday,” He said in a reassuring tone.

“No I am fine and besides that he is paying well. Moreover, for my safety I have told him to sign a contract so that I know he won’t do anything. So let’s just go and get this job done,” I said standing up with a smiling face, hiding the fear behind my eyes.

I took my luggage and stepped out with everyone coming behind me. A driver was standing outside with a black Bentley.

“Woooo. He looks mighty rich Naaya. Just look at his car,” my sister said whispering in my ear.

“Just shup up. Don’t be a gold digger all the time,” I said shushing her.

The driver opened the door for me and took my luggage. I said good bye to everyone but they hugged me one by one. To be honest, I was not comfortable with hugs, but I let them as it is going to be a one long month away from them, especially my sister.

“If he tries to do some hanky panky.Just give me a call. I’ll show him how we dealt with dirty old men in Pakistan,” she said hugging me.I had told her about all the uneasy gawking session at Lizzie’s house.

“Okay, Ninga” I said laughing.

I sat in the car and the driver closed the door. Everyone was waving their hands and I had tears in my eyes. Soon we drove off to our destination but I was swamped by my own thoughts.

I gazed out of trance when car halted and the driver opened the door.

“Mam, we are here,” he said.

As I stepped out, I was flabbergasted to see the magnificent mansion in front of me with timeless architectural details. It was even more picturesque than Lizzie’s house. A many as 10 expensive cars were parked in the porch and I didn’t even know the name of half of them.

The door to the main entrance was made of black shiny stone giving the house a very dramatic and elegant touch. It was alone enough to make someone like me intimidated.

 “Welcome to our humble house beta (means daughter but can be used to call someone out of love). What is your name?” A woman probably in her late 50’s with gentle features said, appearing from the main entrance.

“Huh…I am sorry what??” I said absentmindedly. I didn’t know what she asked as I was busy gawking at the majestic piece of art in front of me.

“Hashanah….I asked what is your name beta?” she said laughing. Maybe the expressions on my face amused her.

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“Naaya… my name is Naaya khan” a said embarrassingly scratching my head.

“Let’s get inside. If I keep you standing here, Zayan would probably kill me, “she moved inside and I followed her.

The interior of the house was far exquisite than the exterior of the house. Stunning check styled floor was accompanied by paneled walls and warm hues were surrounding the house. One can see a magnificent staircase landing in the middle of foyer giving the mansion a very subtle touch of elegance. It was grandiose.

“Come Naaya you can check the house later, let me show you your room” she said moving up the stair case and I followed her.

She showed me my room which was at the end of lobby. I was glad to see the room. It was extra ordinarily beautiful and spacious. It looked like someone has recently redecorated the room according to feminine taste.

A king size contemporary canopy bed with white drapes was placed in the middle of the room with medium size side tables, a fancy sofa set was placed in one corner alongside with that there was a glass door with white curtains on it.Light was flooding from it which was making the room more bright and cozy. I think there was terrace behind that door. Overall the theme was all white which was just the way I liked neat and clean.

“So there is an attached bathroom on the left side and a closet is attached with it. I hope you like it,” the woman said.

“I am sorry. I didn’t even ask your name? Are you Zayan’s mother?” I asked after realizing I was being a little impolite toward her.

“My name is hafza and you can call me aunt hafza, “She said introducing herself.

“And I am not his mother but I have always considered him as my own son. I have known him for 11 years. He is a really good guy beneath the attire of a cold guy.Try to understand him and if he gets a little rude please don’t mind, he is just lonely” she said with all the love in her eyes for Zayan. Maybe I was being judgmental of him.

“So where is he? What am I supposed to do here?” I asked.

“He is in his room. He just likes to be alone. But now you are here so I think that’s not going to happen for any long.You can get fresh and then around 5:00 p.m. you have to give him his medicines,” she said smiling. I loved here, her aura was so motherly.

“And by the way I am not good at cooking. Most of the cooking here is done by his chefs but now you are here so I think you are going to do all the cooking.” She said.

“You also have to take care of his medicines and doctor’s appointments. Believe me honey making him eat his medicines is much difficult then making a child to eat his medicines. Be patient and you will see the good side of him,” she added.

“Okay Aunty don’t worry. I am much more stubborn and you will see.” I said reassuring her, she really cared about that lunatic.

“You take some rest and you will meet Zayan in the evening” she said leaving me in the room and closing the door.

I sighed and got fresh. I changed my cloths and wore a comfy trouser and shirt with my dupata and prayed. After that I sat on the bed in a relaxed position and I don’t know when I dozed off.

I woke up with someone shaking me.

“Honey, wake up” Aunt Hafza said while shaking me gently.

“You have to give him his medicines. I have served the dinner but from tomorrow you have to cook. I am not a very good cook and he has fired all the other chefs” she added.

“Okay, can you just give me 15 mins to get ready?” I said.

“Yeah sure, when you are ready just come down to the dining hall.” She left telling me about the directions to the dining hall.

I quickly washed my face, combed my hair, wore my slippers and jogged down the stairs. I was nervous and my hands were a little shaky.

I followed the directions and here I was in an extravagant dining hall which could easily accommodate hundreds of people.

And there he was sitting on the head of table waiting for me.I was a little intimidated by his presence and stood by the entrance of the dining area. But it was not my fault. He carried a cold aura around him which would make any person’s throat dry.

“You can stop staring and come in,” he said suddenly without looking at me.