Salma:
Everything has been a mess since the guy started talking to me, and I do not even know his name. Stay away from him. Salma Yes, that is the best way; otherwise, there will be havoc or a third world war inside this mansion.

People think I am weak. I am fragile and allow people to walk over me, but do they realize what I have been through?Nonetheless, they judge me and insult me simply because I am without my family and they have abandoned me.

"Practice patience; Allah never puts too much pressure on a soul."I closed my eyes, thought of some uplifting proverbs, and said some incantations in my thoughts that always help me feel better.

I heard a female voice startle me as I was about to put on another hijab after finishing the Zhur prayer because I had to cook lunch by two p.m. and some family friends were coming over.

Malika cautioned me, saying, "Avoid him and my daughter." I looked at her, and although she had a beautiful appearance, the maid told me that she had once been a loving, kind, and soft-spoken lady, but that all changed when she followed her husband's career path because they both wanted to be at the top. As a result, their daughter, who had only recently been born, was mistreated and lost.

I gave a simple nod, and she walked away.

He may not have meant what he said about me being his, so I should not even bother learning his name. I have not even known his name. Maybe he was drunk.

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I served lunch and waited for them to finish or if anything else was  needed  I stood at side behind them and there was no one else  since Malika gave other maids some money to enjoy their holidays and old lady stayed back because she had been working since long.

"Aunty I have never seen this girl before?whose she?" A familiar deep voice made my eyes wide and I looked down. What was he doing?did he have a death wish or?I knew all eyes were on me but I never glanced up. No one has ever asked about me until now.

"She's just maid and waitress at mansion or any function we keep," Their daughter Muzna said with an evil smile and I looked away while they continued laughing and talking.

They all left to sit in backyard garden before that the guys parents just gave me a small smile and thanked me for the amazing food secretly. What was happening?who were these people?

I went in kitchen since it was Sunday everyone was at Balcony and I heard their daughter Muzna announcing something like she was going shopping, I have never gone shopping since years now.

It was already 4pm and I was really exhausted and my legs ached due to walking a lot since week now. I had told old lady to rest since she wasn't feeling well.

I took tray of food which they had kept just to show off that they were good but I took it and ate immediately and drank water from small glass. Something  was better than nothing.

"Hey," said the voice I had been avoiding since lunch, and I wondered what he was doing here instead of in the backyard garden with everyone else.

I chose to avoid. Yes, Salma, stay away; you have always wanted a halal relationship, and he was one of those who laughed and talked with them inside.

I continued to wash dishes and store them in the cupboards because I still needed to prepare the evening meal.

"Stop avoiding me, damn it," I heard his frustrated voice and shook my head.

"Please go, Muzna is outside," I told him as I wiped my hands after finishing and considered resting in the kitchen only. There was no time to sleep until the night, and they had moved a small bed into my room yesterday.Wow, that was surprising, and I am curious why or if someone told them.

"Did you have a good sleep?" He asked me with concern in his voice, but why was he asking me all of this, and why did he care?

"Was he wealthier than these individuals?"

"Would you like to know my name, Salma?" He inquired, and my eyes widened. He knew my name, and I suppose he knew everything about me because money talks.

I kept my eyes fixed on him. This was my biggest mistake. He was incredibly attractive, with his pale green eyes displaying an odd expression and his eyebrows widening in shock—possibly because this was the first time I had ever looked at him—and his nose and cheekbones both had the perfect shape. His lips were also perfectly formed.Is it possible that he was an actor or a millionaire? He screamed like a model while wearing an ostentatious suit and coat.

It was forbidden to look back at him, so I turned away and walked a considerable distance away from him.

Since everything had changed and I could see by the way she looked at him that he belonged to someone else, I decided to stop reading books while I was studying and stop dreaming about guys.

"I do not want to know, and please leave; your family is waiting for you," I politely told him, but he remained standing there. One damn stubborn guy.

"You are stunning," he complimented.

"I am not," I responded, but he moved closer and whispered.

"As soon as I saw you, I knew you were hurting, and I will make them pay for it. I know what kind of girl you are, and you want something halal, and you are innocent of these people, whom I detest; they are family friends for advantage, and we want to expose them. You can help me and I will make sure you are mine," he said, turning away just as quickly as he had spoken.

He reached a great distance before I could stop him, and as I saw a tall figure standing by the side, watching everything happen—did he not hear?—my eyes grew wide.

*****
They had no idea that someone had overheard them and that things would quickly get worse.