The Girl He Was Paid to Forget
the stranger who knew too much
The morning sun poured through the wide glass windows of Kapoor Mansion.
The silence was royal, almost proud.
But behind it, the day was already beginning.
Nidhi, stood near the kitchen, holding a tray.
Her hands were steady, but her heart was not.
This was the first time she’d step into his room again—
Not as his love,
But as his maid.
Surrounded by her thoughts she soon reached the room. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door softly.
There was no reply.
Another knock.
Still silence.
She slowly pushed the door open.
The room was large, cold, and quiet.
Dark grey curtains swayed with the wind.
And on the bed, like a prince untouched by time,
He slept.
Manav Kapoor.
She walked slowly, placing the breakfast tray on the table beside him.
nidhi shrma
"Good morning, sir," she said gently.
nidhi shrma
“Sir... your breakfast,” she said again, a little louder this time.
Manav shifted slightly, his brows furrowed.
Then, with a sharp inhale, his eyes opened—sharp and cold.
manav kapoor
“Who are you?” he asked, voice low and harsh.
He sat up, his messy hair falling over his eyes.
He looked at her like one looks at a painting—
Trying to remember if they’ve seen it before.
manav kapoor
"Your name?" he asked.
His eyes narrowed, as if something tugged at the edge of his memory.
But it disappeared as quickly as it came.
manav kapoor
“Do not enter without permission next time,” he snapped.
nidhi shrma
“Yes, sir,” she replied calmly, though her heart hurt a little.
She turned to leave, but he called again.
manav kapoor
“Is this tea sugarless?” he asked.
nidhi shrma
“Yes, sir. Two cubes, like you prefer.”
He looked at her strangely.
manav kapoor
“And how do you know what I prefer?”
nidhi shrma
A pause.
“I... I was told,” she lied.
He stared at her for a long second, then sipped the tea.
manav kapoor
“Hmm,” he said, placing it down. “Better than usual.”
She almost smiled, but caught herself.
nidhi shrma
“Yes, sir. Meals, medication, clothes, anything you require.”
His eyes scanned her quietly.
manav kapoor
“You don’t look like a maid,” he said.
manav kapoor
“Do you speak often to your masters like this?”
manav kapoor
“Good. Then don’t start now.”
He stood, walked past her, and picked up a towel.
manav kapoor
“Prepare the bathroom. I don’t like cold water.”
nidhi shrma
As he walked away, she whispered under her breath—
“I know.”
He paused.
He didn’t hear it clearly, but something about her voice...
Something about her presence...
Felt familiar.
Too familiar.
But the cruel part of him refused to search further.
Because kindness had no place in his heart anymore.
Not after the "accident".
Not after the silence.
Nidhi quietly picked up the tray and left,
Her steps soft, her heart shaking.
She was in the same house again.
Breathing the same air.
Looking at the same eyes.
But now, those eyes saw her as a stranger.
Still, she knew one thing.
Even if the world forgot,
She remembered everything.
And that would be both her strength—
And her punishment.
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