For the days Aranya had spent working for him, she had hated him more than she had initially planned to. He had over twenty wives, but everyday it was a new lady that got laid on his bed. She was aware of the suspicious looks he was flashing her way, was she not able to hide her power from him? But if he was able to see it, she wouldn’t have stayed this long in his chamber. No, with her freedom altogether.
She was done cleaning everything in the bedroom and she stayed there staring at how the room looked. Funny how this man was her father. She wouldn’t lie to say there wasn't a time when she was cleaning his stuff that she would get sentimental about his things. Sometimes it felt as though she had the chance to view the life she had always wanted but had never gotten the chance to see.
