"Here's your luggage, Ma'am."

I looked back and glanced at the servant standing behind me, carrying my big blue bag containing my necessary belongings. He gently placed it down and bowed before me. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

I shook my head in a no as I looked around at the room that was offered to me. One of the perks of being the Oberoi's P.A. was that you are provided with accommodation. It is true that the room provided to me is at the outmost corner of his mansion, almost at the backyard. But still it was the grandest and most beautiful room I had ever seen. And though it was really awkward for me to be among the relatives of my deceased brother-in-law, it was still a better option than to stay with my mother.

"You can call me whenever you need anything." The servant said, grabbing my attention, " The servant's quarter is at the end of the corridor, just after the kitchen."

I nodded towards him politely. "Who lives in this house?" I asked him, rather in an awkward manner, "Apart from Shivay Sir, I mean."

"Apart from Oberoi Saab?" He looked at me, " His wife, his sister, and his two brothers."

"Oh!" I mumbled, "Okay, thank you so much."

He gave me another now, and briskly walked out of the room. Immediately, I closed the door and fell over the bed. If I said that I was tired on my first day, it would be an understatement. So, ignoring my phone, which was displaying three missed calls from my mother, I turned of the lights.

It was the time to sleep.

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Sometimes, I wonder whether my throat is made up of parched sand instead of tissues. Almost every passing minutes, it craves for water. And mind you, that craving doesn't stop even when I'm asleep.

I propped myself up with effort, and sighed. Throwing the blanket away, I got down from the bed, to reach for my handbag to get the water bottle.

Empty

I groaned at my bad luck through my dry throat, shaking the empty water bottle. I turned on the lights of room, and glanced at the clock, which showed time as nearly One O' clock.

I groaned again. It was past Midnight and I was sitting awake, athirst for water. Cursing under my breath, I started pacing across the room. There was nothing I could do, was there? Though the servant said I can call him whenever I need, I couldn't just go to him now, when he is probably asleep, and beg for a glass of water.

You can call me whenever you need anything.The servant's quarter is at the end of the corridor, just after the kitchen.

I stopped with a start. If there is a kitchen in this floor, it won't be a problem if I'll just go there for a little water. Surely my employer won't mind if I sneak through his kichen to quench my thirst. And even if he would mind, who on the earth is going to tell him that I did so? I'll just go, fill my water bottle, and come back.

I opened the door of the room quietly, and peeped out side. The whole mansion was engulfed in the blanket of darkness, with dead silence. Slowly, I stepped out, and clutching the bottle in one hand and my phone in other, I tried to find my way to kitchen.

I could feel myself shivering with each step. My hand trembled as I raised it, focusing the flashlight of my phone at the floor. I kept walking, but suddenly stopped in front of a room.

The door was opened ajar, and from the dim light of my phone, it was not hard to guess it was a kitchen. A high-tech kitchen furnished with brand new appliances, but a kitchen nonetheless. With a long deep breath, gathering courage I leaped in.

Just a little problem arose. The kitchen wasn't empty.

As soon I took a step or two in, the flashlight fell over a tall figure, just a little away from me. Now, probably I must have been calm and tell the person who I was and what was I doing here. But I didn't.

Paralysed by fear and shock, my reflexes forced my arm gripping the bottle to swing towards the person, knocking him. At the same moment, my legs attempted to retreat, but then my ankle twisted and I fell over the floor with a loud thud.

"Ow..." I heard a familiar manly voice, "You are much stronger than you look."

My hands scuttled towards my phone, lying away at the floor. I picked it up and flashed it over the man again, and squinted to see who he was.

"You?" I breathed almost a whisper, as I saw the same long- haired man who helped me this morning at office, "It's You!"

He frowned at me as he got up, rubbing his cheek and ear, apparently the spot where I had hit him. "Yeah! It's me." He said, "Who were you expecting? Captain America?"

"B-Bu-But..." I stammered as my hands pressed against the tiles of the floor, " What are you doing in this house?"

He cocked his head, giving me an Are-You-An-Idiot look. "What type of question is that?" He asked, "This is my home. Where else should I be?"

I scrunched my brows hearing him, and pondered over his words. It took me a minute to realize what it exactly meant.

"Oh dear!" I gasped out, as a six year old familiar memory replayed in my mind, "You are Omkara Singh Oberoi!!!"

As far as my memory served, I could recall Omkara singh Oberoi as the eldest son of Tej Singh Oberoi, with Rudra and Priyanka as his other children. Siddharth and Shivay Sir, on the other hand, were sons of the younger brother, Shakti Singh Oberoi.

He peered down at me, and suddenly a amused smile played on his lips. "So, you have finally identified me." He chuckled, "Good. But now, will you please get up from the floor."

I noticed it after he pointed, that I was still over the floor. Embarrassed, I got up at once, suspecting my face would have been as red as rose by now.

Omkara walked over one side, and switched on the lights, illuminating the whole room. "Now explain..." He said as he leaned over the kitchen counter, "What are you doing here in middle of the night?'

I bit my lips nervously. "I'm sorry..." I said, "I was just feeling thirsty. So, I thought I would come for water..."

"Thirsty?" He muttered, confused, "Didn't they keep some extra bottles of mineral water in your room?"

"No." I replied, shaking my head, "And even I didn't ask them to do so. It slipped from my mind, I guess."

"Oh, I see." He nodded as he walked towards the refrigerator at the corner. He bent down after opening it, and took out a bottle of chilled water.

"There you go." He said, handing it to me.

I held the bottle, and stared at him. Though the coldness of water was seeping in my body via hands, a warmth of gratitude was flushing over it.

"T-Thank you." I mumbled.

"Don't mention." He grinned, "Just do me a favour. When we meet next time, please niether crash into me, nor crash me. Good night!"

And after flashing a wide smile towards me, he walked away, humming a tune to himself. I kept standing there in the kitchen, as I stared at his retreating figure. And when he was gone, I suddenly realized that I was smiling.