Author's POV:
Both of them were in Abhimanyu's room. "Where will you go now? I got the information that you are an orphan." He asked her with a playful tone. It seems that he became so happy by killing Priyadarshini's father.
"I don't know. Maybe I will work for someone to earn some money," she said sadly.
"Hmm. Sounds better. You can work for me. I need a personal maid who will stay by my side 24/7 and satisfy my every need." He said with a devilish smile. She nodded, being grateful.
Priyadarshini's POV:
He told me to work for him. Him?  I don't know how to repay him for everything he's doing for me. He killed my father but as he was a very bad person, I don't feel bad for him. I went to Meenakshi. She told me that I can call her 'Meenu'. That's her nickname. In a very little time, we are having such a good bond now.
"Pata hain unhone mujhe unke 'mukhya dashi' banaya hain. Pata nahi mein unhe khush rakh bhi paungi ya nahi." I was so tense that I shivered while saying this to her.
(You know, he made me his personal maid. I don't know whether I would be able to keep him happy or not.)
"Sach mein, didi? Yeh toh bohat achhi baat hui. Toh aap ek kaam karo. Rana Sa ka khana aap hi lee jao. Aur haan dheyan rahe unhone gussa matt dilana kisi bhi halat mein, warna apko pata nahi hai...jab woh gusse mein ho jate hain toh toofan hoo jata hain." I gulped in fear. She is right. I still remember how he separated my father's head from his body.
(Really, sister?  That's awesome. Then do one ting. You take his food and give him. And be careful, don't make him angry in any way...when he gets angry he becomes a storm.)
Then I went to him. I saw him reading some documents. I thought about whether I should disturb him or not. Then I called him in a soft voice. "Rana Sa."
He looked at me, not looked at me. Actually he scanned me from my head to my toe. Then asked me in a dominating voice, "What?"
"I brought your food, should I serve it now?" He nodded his head. I served him the food then kept that on the table in front of him. He looked at me angrily.
"Can't you see that I'm working ? How the hell I will eat it myself. Feed me with your hands." He rolled his eyes angrily.
"Me? O..okay, I will help you then." I nodded my head slowly. "Help?!" He glanced at me angrily. "You are not helping me, rather you are serving me. It's your duty, serving me in every way. Don't think so highly about yourself. You're just a maid." A drop of tears fell down from my eyes. But he didn't seem to care.
"I'm sorry." Saying this, I started feeding him with my hands. My fingers brushed against his lips several times. He didn't react, maybe he's so used to it. But me, I couldn't stop myself from shivering at his touch.