You will eventually be thankful to Allah (GOD) for the doors he closed and realize that our wishes were not fulfilled because Allah's plan is always superior to our own.
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Zainab:

It was almost dinnertime as the evening drew near, but I still was not sure what to do.

Should I carry on with the work? Or should I rest because I was not told when to return to the mansion and begin my work, and the evil aunt assumed I knew everything?

It is almost time for dinner, and outside rooms need to be cleaned. Ya Allah, help me survive with these people! They act so loving in front of strangers and show off, but how can they put on that fake smile for so long while hurting their own loved ones?

My mind was jumbled with what the guy told me and why he was after me. The fat, unappealing, and impoverished girl who did not even have a place to live? who took up residence in her own relative's home as a maid?

Rich vs. rich always works, do not you think? I bet that once he takes one look at me, he will not even give me a second look before backing out and finding someone else.

I should avoid him; it would be wise to do so. Zainab stay away! First the mansion and now him. Lower your gaze whether you are staying with a stranger or not. You have been following the rules since you were a child, so nothing has changed. Therefore, even if there is a guy in a mansion, you should still lower your gaze or avoid him. I thought again.

The right people will accept you just the way you are; you do not need to alter who you are for them.

I changed into a more cozy outfit that included a green long top, black stockings, and a green hijab. I purposely wore big glasses, pulled my hair back into a ponytail, and grabbed the cleaning supplies.

I am eager for Monday, especially when the other maids return because that means there will be less work. My eyes grew wide as I looked at the time—oh no! Thankfully, the door was open when I arrived at 7 p.m.

The sight never ceases to astound and to take my breath away, but I should also get some credit for keeping it neat and organized. those lazy bones are good for nothing.

The patient person gets the best result.

When I walked in, I could hear voices, or at least voices from other tables and sofas. Money talks, but it can not buy everything, because they have a small, separate space for dinner every evening.

Some people are content with what they have and always have a smile on their faces, while others who have too much are always complaining. "Have you ever noticed?"

I went to the kitchen first. Since they took shifts and the person who accepted me as a daughter was in charge today, I had the idea to clean it before the chef got to work. Yes!

"Assalamualeikum, "When I greeted him, he answered, "Waleikumsalam," and gave me a warm smile. However, his smile quickly disappeared, leaving me to wonder what was wrong. Did they say anything to him?

"Please tell me what is wrong, uncle Chef, so maybe I can help you."I walked over and set down my cleaning supplies while I waited for him to finish.

To let him know that I will not abandon him in times of need, I repeated, "Please you have always assisted me; I know something is wrong."

Even those who are close to us can occasionally feel like strangers have been a part of our lives for a very long time.

"Dear, I just do not know what to do, my wife is very sick." He looked away and rubbed away his tears as he spoke.

Some romances are simply breathtaking."Please ask for leave if your wife needs you," I explained to him, but he said he had already taken leave three weeks ago, just before I arrived, and it would be inappropriate to ask again. All he wanted was to spend tonight with his wife because their son was supposed to stay with her and dinner still had not been prepared.

"Do not worry, I will fix dinner; just head out."He interrupted me as I began chopping fruits and veggies.

I shoved him until he was outside the door, and I grinned because no one could see, even though he said, "They will blast at you and you do not know these people just do your work I will handle it." I chuckled at him, and he whispered, "Thank you."

Let us start cooking delicious dinner until that aunt compliments you, Zainab.

I prepared each dish separately for tonight until everything was ready. My nostrils were filled with the aroma, so I added extra chillies and set it aside in case anyone else liked a little more heat. I prepared round tortillas. I am glad my mother taught me. Cooking has always been my passion.

*Saturday night*
I made every dish that was placed on the table. Nobody was aware of who had prepared the meal when I went to clean it in the kitchen. I heard yelling from the table, so I stopped.

"What's this? Does this even qualify as food? My face went pale as the voice of the evil aunt resounded. Before serving, I had tasted and inspected the food; all seemed well, right?

Uncle started to ask for salt, and my hands started to tremble.

Chef Raza, what took place today? we never eat this food on Saturday. "I moved my legs slowly as he asked, his voice full of bitterness. How should I tell them it was my fault?

When I got close, Aunt was boiling over with rage and I looked down.

She got up and threw the handkerchief on the table, saying, "Where is the chef, damn it?"

Then cook food for yourself I thought...All I wanted was for them to have Indian food. They appeared to be eating, so perhaps they had a special Saturday meal? Perhaps barbecue?

"Sorry, ma'am. The chef needed a night with his sick wife, so I decided to cook for tonight," I said, a lump forming in my throat as I explained in fear.

"I had a gut feeling about it! Who else could make Indian food on a Saturday, she asked, and I remained firmly planted in my place.

Wiping away my tears, I looked up to see Rehmat eating quietly. Why were these two eating if the food was not delicious? She smiled as she turned to face her brother, who was focusing on the food as though it were the most delicious thing ever. They later exchanged glances, but they did not meet my gaze, which hurt.

He was talking about knowing ML yesterday, and it was all on the spur of the moment. It seemed as though nothing had happened, and I simply knew it.

"We will just order something else," the evil aunt said, and went upstairs, her husband following like a puppet. I dashed into the kitchen, wiped my tears, and waited for them to finish eating before I picked it up. I began washing the empty dishes.

"The food was delicious whether anyone enjoyed it or not." His voice startled me as I leaped backward and crashed into the hard chest. The same voice I was trying to ignore. My thoughts were constantly filled with his words.

I instantly looked down. I wanted no affair with a guy, but how could I stay away from him when he was always so close? within the same home?

"They said the food was not good," I muttered to myself as I stepped away from him. With my back to him, of course. He still has not noticed me, and neither have I.

"So you believe them and not me," he said, raising his voice a little to indicate that he disagreed with what I had to say.

Why was he still in this place?

"Thank you, but you are not supposed to be here."I stepped toward the door to get farther away from him and grabbed additional cutlery. His sister must have finished eating.

Just as I was about to open the door, a figure in the way. I turned to look everywhere but at him. Not even a day had passed when he was creating something that I wanted to push away from him. His big frame was still blocking me, leaning against the door with his legs crossed at the ankle...ahhhh. My heart was racing.

He said to me, "Where should I be then?" My eyes widened at the smooth, intense tone of his voice. What can I say in response to that? He knows nothing about me, and his words and questions confuse me...Maybe if I look up, he will back away. If someone catches us I will be gone today.

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