1: The First Eye Lock
Ayzal Hashim
I took a deep breath before receiving the telecom outside the big door of the Mansion "Assalam-O-Alaikum! «Hello»....." I trailed off as a very strict voice interrupted me "Your name and your purpose here"?
It took me whole 5 seconds to come back to my senses and ever so slightly, my forehead creased in confusion but shooing the negative thoughts back, i plastered a smile on my face before replying him politely "My name is Ayzal Hashim. Yesterday i got a call from Hamdaani Enterprises that I am hired to be a nanny of twins and details were emailed to me. If you want more clearance, You can check my email"
As I completed my short speech, the big metal door of the mansion slid aside. It was an automatic door. I internally sighed. Rich people i tell you are so wasteful, they use money like water, if only they helps the poor then i truly believe that no one will be poor anymore. Tell me if i am wrong.
I am dressed in an maroon long frock, styled my dupatta «Scarf/ Shawl» to my left shoulder, with an gold chain complimenting my fair neck. This chain which has a ring in between was the only thing from my mother. When she was all good and healthy, she told me that this ring is for her only son in law.
My natural curly waves were left open as usual and my face was free of any kind of makeup product. With no whatsoever accessories, i was wearing a plain gray flats and was holding a simple handbag.
As soon as i stepped in, i was met with many stern, expressionless faces dressed in black and guns in their hands. Unknowingly i took a step back fearing a little. They seemed like some kind of trained bodyguards "Your ID card Mam, the email you received and please cooperate with us for the further checking, please follow the lady here" One of the bodyguard gestured me to the lady who was standing some steps away from me. No doubt his tone was very respectful but his voice was way too scary and stern.
I nodded my head because there are children in this mansion so this type of security is necessary. I first showed him my ID card and then the email. He nodded his head positively before i followed the lady in.
After a through checkup for any kind of weapon, another lady took me with her inside the mansion. After i was settled on the sofa, they offered me juice which i politely refused but seems like they had another plan as a woman in her 50s came, following her were 6 house helpers holding trays filled with snacks and tea.
No doubt i was baffled. They are treating me like an Disney princess. I immediately stood up saying "There is no nee...." I started but, was instantly cut off by an cheerful voice.
"Sit down young lady. Why are you so scared"? I passed her a nervous smile before sitting on the sofa again. I relaxed myself under her heartwarming smile as she took the seat beside me before gesturing the boys holding trays. They put down the trays one by one before walking away quietly. Why are there so many boys?
"Where are my manners?......I am Beena Khalid, head chef as well as the manager of this Mansion's household. I was updated about your arrival today and was waiting for you from quite some time now" I nodded my head before introducing myself "Myself Ayzal Hashim. I was appointed to be the nanny of twins" I replied softly and looked around.
Right now i am sitting in the hallway. The hallway was way too big, even it can fit two type of apartments i live in. Hallway was in white with the contrast of golden and black with a big chandelier hanging in the middle of the roof. Right infront of sofa, there were big stairs going to the second floor. At the Right corner of the stairs there was a elevator and at the left corner of the stairs i am guessing it's going towards kitchen.
"Beautiful name........Looking for someone"? Mrs. Khalid asked me softly with a smile dancing on her face "Thank You!... And yes actually i am looking for the kids and Mrs. Hamdaani «Yuhaan's Mother»" I replied politely smiling at her softly.
"Kids are in school, will be here in half an hour and Mrs. Hamdaani is on her way here..........she don't live here" Mrs. Khalid seemed sad uttering the last sentence.
"Oh!" I averted my eyes to my lap not knowing what to say. The atmosphere got normal and warm as she started talking about her life, about her working here and many such things. In like no time, we became friends. Maybe because this was the warmth i was missing, warmth of a mother. You can say i am desperate.
We were in between our talks when a heavy, anger filled voice boomed in the hallway and i instantly got stiffened. The voice was low yet deep and just enough to erect goosebumps all over my body. Unknowingly my heartbeat accelerated "Who are you"?
I placed my bag on the sofa and stood up slowly facing the rude voice. As soon as i turned, i was met with the beautiful sapphire blue eyes more like a glaring ocean. Straight nose, clear forehead with some bangs falling on his left eye, pink lips, sharp jawline, dressed in black 3 piece Armani expensive suit, coat hanging in his left arm with an rolex watch adorning his veiny arms and the other hand in his pants pocket. With broad shoulders, he stood at the height of 6' 2.
"Yuhaan she is....." before i would answer his question or even came back from my dreamland, Mrs. Khalid started saying but a curt reply made her mouth zipped up "I didn't asked you Mrs. Khalid" He surely replied to her but his eyes never left mine. His eyes roamed from my head to toe ever so slowly that i felt self conscious and atlas again met my hazel honey eyes. His gaze was so deep that i felt my 5' 7 frame very small infront of him and shrunk backward. His glare deepened as he passed me an sneer.
