"I did" As Mr. Hamdaani was facing me, i could see his changing expression. Once his angry eyes now darkened at the voice and hands clenched in a tight fist.

I furrowned and tilted my head to look at the source of his darkened eyes. My frown deepened as i saw Mrs. Hamdaani. Why the sudden change in expression at his mother's voice?

"Who allowed you to poke your nose in my business"? His voice was murderous as he fully turned to his mother. So damn rude!

In this 25 seconds face off,
Mrs. Hamdaani's stern expression didn't changed "Are you sure that it's your business?" She asked arching her right eyebrow and with that i felt a drop in temperature. She exhaled a deep breath before uttering seriously "I am not here for any type of argument, let's talk in your study, shall we"?

Mr. Hamdaani didn't uttered a single word, he just turned and walked upstairs with his clenched hands and sore, dark expressions. Following him Mrs. Hamdaani too walked upstairs.

I took a deep breath which i didn't knew i was holding till now. Finally the tension from before subsided a bit "Sorry Dear i have to leave you here alone. I am going to prepare some snacks for Mrs. Hamdaani" I turned as i heard Mrs. Khalid's voice.

Should i leave or not? Nevertheless, I passed her a smile before replying politely "It's okay Mrs. Khalid! I will be alright alone"

"Have a seat and i will send you another cup of tea as this is cold now" saying this she made her way towards kitchen and i sat down as i nodded my head to no one in particular.

In no time, a hot cup of tea was placed infront of me, I mumbled a small thank you with a smile and picked up the cup.

As i was going to take a sip, i heard a beautiful baby voice yelling in the hallway "I am back home"

"Jeez zimal. Can you not do this everyday"? I turned and saw a boy around 5 or 6 years with fingers in his ears and scrunched face. Next to him was a little girl of same age as him in a very cute blue uniform. Well both were in uniforms and were holding school bags.

These two must be the children of Mr. Hamdaani. Zaroon and Zimal "It's not my problem that you are boring" Zimal replied sassyly whereas zaroon glared at her. I see, on the footsteps of his father.

My lips curled in a wide smile as i stood up and walked towards them. They both turned maybe because they heard my footsteps "Who are you"? Zaroon was the first one to ask. His voice was stern, eyebrows were furrowed together and eyes were judging.

I raised both my brows at him. Photocopy of his father, Zaroon had spoken the exact same words as Mr. Hamdaani "I am your......new friend" I don't know what to say other than this, I doubt Mr. Hamdaani will hire me.

"Really"? Zimal loud excited shout made me look at her. With two pig ponytails she is looking damn cute "We are not your friend" I smiled hearing Zaroon's stern voice.

"Leave him pretty girl, I am your friend" Zimal came and stood infront of me gesturing me to sit down. I sat on my one knee and passed her a smile. Without saying anything else she placed a kiss on my right cheek and pulled out her hand for a handshake.

I shaked her hand surprised and she gestured me to kiss her right cheek. I kissed both her cheeks and her smile got widened as she shouted clapping her hands "Yah!!! Now our friendship is sealed" She is way too excited. "You are too cute to handle" I softly yet lovingly pinched her cheeks.

I turned towards Zaroon and he rolled his eyes at Zimal before passing me a glare. A chuckle left my mouth at his expression. He is cute. MashaAllah!

"Come give me your bag" I said as i helped her to take off her bag and she smilingly let me do it "Zimal you are a gone case now" Zaroon uttered so seriously that for a second i was very amused. Saying this Zaroon made his way upstairs.

As i was looking at Zaroon i saw Mrs. Hamdaani coming downstairs and for the first time i saw Zaroon smile "How are you my little lion"? She asked as she kissed both his cheeks lovingly.

"I am good Dado«Grandmother». You just wait in the hallway, i will be back in a minute" saying this he ran which i assume is his room.

"Dado" Came an excited shout from beside me "Awe My little princess" Mrs. Hamdaani uttered as Zimal ran straight in her arms. Both were smiling widely but as soon as Mrs. Hamdaani's eyes met mine, her face was back on stern expression. I see from where Mr. Hamdaani took of.

"Faris" She called out and in just seconds a boy around my age came running. Curly hair, black eyes and
5' 7 height with a fair complexion, he greeted her "Assalam-O-Alaikum Mam! You called"

"Lead Miss Hashim to Yuhaan's house office" saying this she nodded her head at me and i gave her a polite smile before following faris. He was too shy to make an eye contact. He silently led me to the house office.

"Thank You" I politely thanked him as soon as we stood outside the room and in return he gave me an boyish smile. With that he made his way back downstairs.

I knocked the door and after i got a faint come in, i walked in closing the door behind me. He was standing beside the big glass window looking outside. His hands were in his pants pocket and his back seemed stiff as if he was standing in this same posture for an decade now.

"Assalam-O-Alaikum Sir" I greeted. He didn't replied but turned towards me giving me his full attention. And for the second time in the day i met his beautiful eyes. Fearing i would lost myself in them, I immediately averted my eyes to the tiles.

From my peripheral vision i saw him staring at me intently and what seems like hours he finally averted his eyes and sat on the chair gesturing me to sit on the opposite chair "Your full name"? In this pin drop silence his voice boomed in the room.

I sat down and politely answered his question looking straight in his eyes "Ayzal Hashim" Well he is going to be my boss and no matter how much beautiful his eyes are, I have to maintain professionalism. So, Ayzal rule no.1: No getting lost in his eyes.

I pulled out my CV from my bag and placed it infront of him. As much as i could gather from the media of Mr. Hamdaani, i knew i have to give another interview. So, just in case of emergency i kept my CV in my bag.

He surely was impressed as he raised his eyebrows at me "Your Education"? He asked as he opened the file "Last Semester B.S English"

"Any siblings"? I shooked my head negatively as i replied him back "No! I am the only child of my parents but i have a cousin brother who lives with me"

His eyebrows slightly got creased at my reply as he shooted another question "Why"? This wasn't an necessary question but i have to answer him. Don't i? "His parents died in a car accident 2 years ago so from then on he lives with me"

"Any experience with the childrens"? After my mother, my aunt was very close to me. Her death was a big bump in my life. I felt like i lost my mother again. My bother Ramish was only 2 when he lost his parents, he didn't even knew what he lost. My aunt has done many things for me, I can't comprehend her good doings but i can still look after her son like my own.

"Yes! I teach children in school and my own cousin brother is only 4 years old" He immediately frowned asking again "Your brother is only 4"? I was confused at his astonishment but nodded my head at him. He closed my file and stood up going towards the window. I too stood up. For whole 1 minute he stood their tapping his foot as if he was thinking hard.

"Job is yours but you have to shift here in my Mansion" I felt like a bucket of cold water has been poured over me and felt myself stiffened immediately. I took several seconds to compose myself before i confidently refused his offer "I am sorry Sir but i can't do it"

The second i refused i was met with his glare "Did you just rejected my offer" His voice was utterly dark and angry as if i was the first person in this whole world to refuse him. I slowly nodded my head at him and his expression turned murderous. What is his problem?

For a whole 1 minute his glare was intacted on me until he decided to open his mouth "Reason"? He asked as if he is going to bury me alive "firstly i have my brother who has only me as his family, I can't leave him alone and secondly, Are you forgetting in which type of society do we live in? I..........." I trailed off as his sarcastic chuckle resounded in the room.

"What a foolish reason" I narrowed my eyes at him, he was insulting me....again. He continued "Your cousin can live with you here and for your second reason, This world doesn't care about anyone then why should you"? In a way he was absolutely right but living with him under the same roof is not sitting well with me. I was in my thoughts when his voice interrupted in between "Salary will be double" I furrowned immediately. As much as the offer is tempting but the question is why is he so adamant to hire me now when he wasn't some time ago? Unknown to me, he wasn't adamant but irked with my refusal.

But to think of it again, he is offering me double salary, in this salary i can surely gather the required money for Mama's operation. Ya Allah! What should i do?

"Can i give you my answer tomorrow"? I asked politely but his eyes were an different story. One thing i realized about him is, he likes to be everything his way and he don't like someone who refuses him "Now or never" Came his stern yet determined voice. Okay! I don't like him at all..... except his eyes.

I can't do this. My mind is not letting me say yes to this but Surprisingly my heart is telling me another story. There is something which is stopping me. In between the war of my mind and heart, My phone rang. As soon as i saw the name, panic crossed my eyes and i met Mr. Hamdaani's stern face.

The phone was from the hospital "Can i answer this call Mr. Hamdaani? It's important" As much as i tried to calm myself before asking but panic was evident in my voice. Without a single word, he gestured me towards a small terrace across the window he was standing before.

"Assalam-O-Alaikum! Ayzal Hashim speaking"? I heard a soft female voice as soon as i placed the phone to my ear "Yes! Is anything wrong with my mother"? I asked restlessly "No the patient is fine but money submission time is going to be over in evening so you better submit the hospital fees by evening if not then the treatment will be adjourned immediately. This is the reminder call for you"

I stiffened instantly and closed my eyes before clenching my eyes tightly, a small tear tickled down my cheeks. Ya Allah! Why am i so helpless?

Taking a deep breath, i replied softly "I will be there in evening. Thanks for the reminder call" I knew today was the last day of the submission but hearing that they will stop the treatment, My heart clenched at her words and of all the problems i don't have the money. Ya Allah!

"No problem" With that she cutted the call. Cleaning my face with my hands i turned to leave the terrace but Surprisingly i was met with his eyes again. He was standing on the same place as he was standing before, there was no change in his expression but his intense gaze was somewhat disturbing. Ignoring his eyes i stood infront of him at 5 steps distance.

Ya Allah! Everything is upto you now.

"Okay! When can i shift"? I agreed as i handed my every problem to Allah Ta'alla. I didn't wanted to do this but only for Mama "Tomorrow........My people will pick you up" Came his reply.

I took a deep breath internally and with so much courage i decided to utter "Can you give me some advance money? I promise i will give you the money back" Just i know how much embarrassed i was. He scoffed as disgust flashed across his eyes. I averted my eyes down as i felt tears threatening to be roll out of my eyes "How much"? He asked like taunting me.

I closed my eyes tightly and my hands were clenched in a tight fist. Why am i always so helpless? "70 thousand" I uttered in a very low voice and utterly embarrassed. My eyes were still cast down when we heard a knock on the door. He muttered a faint 'come in' and i turned towards the door.

A man in business suit came in and greeted but in response Mr. Hamdaani kept silent not even once he looked at him, he was just staring at me. I feel like the easier i think the job is, it isn't as easy as it seems. Mr. Hamdaani sat on his chair and the man also gestured me towards the chair.

"Sir the file and the contract" This man must be Mr. Hamdaani's P.A. He opened the file, pulled out some papers and slid infront of me with a pen by the side. I narrowed my eyes at him and picked up the papers from the table "Sign it" I heard Mr. Hamdaani's stern and authoritive voice ordering me. The thing in my hands wasn't just some papers but a contract of 1 year being the nanny of twins "Later give Ms. Hashim the check of the amount she tells you" Mr. Hamdaani ordered his P.A. In that moment i felt my whole body was washed over with peace. I am very thankful to my Allah and Mr. Hamdaani too.

Am i ready for this? Not thinking further, i signed it with the name of Allah! Ya Allah! Sab sambhal lijiyeh ga «Everything will be handled by Allah Ta'alla»