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Zara's POV

I realize that someone is shaking my shoulder furiously. I snap open my eyes to find an angry Armaan looking at me with his lips purse in a thin line. I blink my eyes several times to apprehend the situation. I find myself sitting more like laying on the back seat of a car with my head resting on the back.

"My car is not a sleeping place, Miss Sara," he growls.

Sara!! What the heck? He doesn't even know my name correctly.

"First of all my name is Zara not Sara. Its Z not S. And secondly, you should stop yelling at me. I am not your servant," I blurt while grinding my teeth. Now this is too much.

He leans closer to me with a smug look on his face. His face is only a few inches away from me. I know he always does this whenever he wants to intimidate me. His playboy self is what makes me want to punch him and to vanish his alluring features off his face. He wants me to fall into his trap like every other girl.

"Let's see, if you are gonna be my servant or not."

I immediately push him and open the car door. My eyes get widen in awe and praise when I saw the beautiful view standing in front of me in its full glory. The building which is present in the view of my eyes is something which I have never seen. At least not something this simple and elegant yet magnificent. There is a big area all green due to perfectly crafted grass. Then an elegant passageway leads to a double story white and grey colored contrast farmhouse. It's so beautiful causing me to look at it in awe.

Armaan walks towards the entrance completely ignoring me. A total jerk! I follow his steps. A big swimming pool on the way catches my attention. I love to swim. Even I have done some courses in swimming. A big grin appears on my face because of how pleasant everything was looking. The little grass of the passage was soaked in the water maybe because of rain or perhaps someone has been taking care of this farmhouse.

I come out of my trance when I notice Armaan unlocks the front door and went inside. The weather has got really pleasant. I feel a shiver down my spine when cold breeze brushes against my body causing me to wrap my shawl more tightly around myself. I quickly rush inside and examine the interior.

It is so fascinating from the inside too. It has a big lounge. There were two rooms on each side. All the interior is grey and white just like the exterior. A small area is occupied by the kitchen. My eyes land on the paintings hanging on the far corner of the lounge.

I get amazed by the paintings. I walk towards them. My eyes stuck on a painting of a beautiful girl with blonde hair. She was smiling and her smile is so mesmerizing. Who is she? She looks so beautiful. I lift my hand to touch the painting when my hand gets to jerk off by a sharp pull.

"Don't you ever touch the paintings."

I turn on my right side to find him standing there glaring at me.

"Why can't I?" I ask putting my both hands on my waist.

He pushes me towards the wall and blocks my way by placing both of his hands on either side of my head. His face gets so close to mine. I even can feel his breath on my face. I suddenly start getting nervous. I turn my face to the other side.

"You argue so much Sara! I don't like it."

Again Sara!! Whats seriously wrong with this guy? Is he dumb and trying to make me annoyed.

"And I don't like you twisting my name, you jerk!" I yell while trying to push him away but he is so strong.

"Who are you calling jerk, huh?"

"Of course you, there is no one who is more annoying than you, now let go of me, " I shout. This time using my full force to push him and thank God I get succeed.

As I start to walk past him, he grabs my wrist.

This jerk can't understand!

"Well, let's make some things clear; as we have to live together under the same roof for 3 months, so you have to abide by my rules."

I roll my eyes at him. He thinks so highly of himself. He is acting like we are gonna play some reality show. Rules my foot!

"You are not allowed in my room," He starts off.

I don't even want to come.

"And there is no maid as you can see. You have to do all chores by yourself. You have to live here as my maid, " he states in a dry tone.

I squinted my eyes at him. Has he gone insane? Calling me, Zara Khawar, daughter of Khawar Baig to do housework! How dare he?

"I am not going to do this," I simply reply while again trying to free myself from his grip. Why is he so strong?

"You will, sweetheart, " he says.

" In your dreams, " I spat returning the sugarcoated smile to him and eventually free myself from his grip and walk away. Do you think you can win against me? Nah!

"I am pretty sure you don't want to wander around in NewYork's streets." I hear his annoyed voice and this time I really want to slap him hard.

I have no choice but to follow what this asshole wants. He clearly knows what is my weak point and what can he do to trap me, to entangle me completely, and now I suddenly feel sorry for myself that why the heck I didn't tell Dad about him. I am not the one to get intimidated by anyone. I have always lived a free life, a life where I have done what I like except this big decision of my life. Maybe Dad didn't try to intervene in my life ever before or maybe before this, his and my wishes were the same and didn't colloid with each other. A strong wish has born in my heart, what if he didn't force me in this aspect of my life, perhaps I will be living a happy life now.

"And your room is on the 2nd floor, on the right side," he says which brings me back to this world. But I have to endure it. For his sake, the man who has sacrificed his whole life for my widow mom and my orphan self.

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I open the door of the room which Armaan has directed me to go. The room is really big and cozy. It's so clean and tidy, in fact, the whole house is really clean. But who maintains the cleanliness when he said he doesn't have any maid?

I search for the switchboard on the wall and press random buttons. Suddenly whole room bathes in bright white lights. The walls are all light brown. There was a king-sized bed placed in the center. A door on the left side leads to the bathroom I guess. There is a small wardrobe area on the other side. A door-sized window was showing beautiful sight of lawn outside. I like it. I smile and placed my suitcase in the corner. I am hella tired now, I will hang my clothed later on. I thought.

I am lazy and I have never denied it. I jump on the bed and cuddle with the pillows. Soon I fall asleep.

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I wake up by the sunlight kissing my face. I slowly open my eyes to look around to grasp where I am. I rub my eyes and grab my phone from the side table. It's already evening. I head towards the bathroom and wash my face.

After that, I take out my clothes and start hanging them in the wardrobe. Suddenly, someone knocks on the door. And this is of course Armaan. Now my blood will boil and my blood pressure will shot up. I roll my eyes and open the door to find a fresh Armaan. His hair seems wet and he is wearing a simple T-shirt and trousers. It seems like he just has taken a shower. In that simple attire, he was looking so handsome. This man is really gorgeous and I can't deny it no matter how much I hate him. His biceps are popping out showing he works out too.

"Am I looking that handsome that you can't seem to take your eyes off?" I came out of my stupid thoughts once his voice reached my ears.

What the heck?

"You are not a prince charming. Well, why do you come here?" I say annoyingly folding my arms on my chest.

His lips turn up to form a smirk. Again this stupid smirk.

"I am amazed by your replying back ability. But baby it won't work in front of me. Well, I came here to tell you that go and take over the kitchen already and make lunch for me, I am hungry as hell," he orders causing me to raise a brow in confusion.

"I don't know how to cook." I reply shrugging my shoulders.

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