Chapter 5: Personal Maid and Secretaries

When Nizam Mehbub returned to his room, his thoughts lingered on the earlier conversation. As he pondered over it, a knock on the door broke his reverie. A beautiful girl walked in, her expression carrying a hint of resentment. She was his personal maid, but so much more than that—his childhood sweetheart.

She had a timeless beauty, with long, thick, jet-black hair cascading down her back in soft waves, often adorned with jasmine flowers. A simple bindi graced her forehead. Her large, almond-shaped eyes, outlined with kohl, radiated warmth and mystery, framed by naturally thick lashes. Her golden-brown complexion glowed with an effortless charm.

Savitri Raman's figure was graceful, modest yet curvaceous, exuding an air of dignity. She wore a vibrant silk saree, its bold colors—deep red, royal blue, and emerald green—accentuated by intricate gold embroidery. The saree clung to her feminine curves without being overt, while the pallu, draped elegantly over her shoulder, added refinement.

Her jewelry—a reflection of the era's love for gold—consisted of delicate bangles that jingled softly with each movement, a simple yet elegant gold chain with a pendant, and large jhumka earrings that swayed with her steps. A few modest rings adorned her fingers. Her lips, painted deep red, curved into a soft smile, while the vermillion at her hairline subtly revealed her marital status. Despite her grounded nature, her beauty was undeniable.

Savitri had been selected as Mehbub's personal maid by his mother, Sikandar Begum, when she was just five. The daughter of the brother of his mother's own maid, Savitri had spent most of her childhood at the palace with Mehbub. They had grown up together, playing as children. She was two years older than him, now 17. At the age of ten, she had begun professional training, which temporarily separated them, meeting only on weekends.

Mehbub looked up at her and smiled. "When did you return? Weren't you still in training? It's not even Sunday."

"I've already completed my training," Savitri replied, her tone sharp. "But someone, who fancies himself a genius, still hasn't finished his studies and assumes everyone is like him!"

"What happened? Why are you spitting fire today?" Mehbub asked, amused by her sudden temper.

"Oh, you want to know? I thought you were the kind of person who forgets the old and remembers the new," she retorted, her eyes narrowing. "Now you have new foreign maids, and you didn't even bother to tell me! If it weren't for Begum, I'd still be in the dark. I heard from the other maids that you boys love foreigners. So, when are you planning to remove me from your service? If you're going to replace me, just do it! I swear, I'll never return."

Her voice cracked as her pent-up frustration poured out, and tears began to well in her eyes. Mehbub immediately understood. She wasn't angry about the maids—she was hurt.

He stepped toward her and gently flicked her forehead with his finger, then pulled her onto his lap.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" he said softly. "I didn't know anything about them. My father arranged for them. You'll always be first, Savitri. I planned to use them as secretaries to assist me with government work."

Seeing she had calmed down a little, he decided to press on while the moment was right.

"How about I appoint you as their leader?" he asked, smiling. "You'll be the head secretary. Would that make you happy?"

Savitri looked up at him, her tear-streaked eyes wide with surprise. "Really? Are you serious? But I'm not as capable as they are. They're foreigners. Would you be angry if I can't keep up?"

At that time, due to British influence, many Indians had developed an inferiority complex, believing foreigners were more talented than they were.

Mehbub's expression softened. "You need to believe in yourself, Savitri. You completed your training at 17—how can they compare to you? You'll always be first."

Her face brightened, the last of her resentment fading. "Alright then," she said, her tone playful. "If you insist."

Realization dawned on Mehbub. He had been tricked! He narrowed his eyes at her. "You little fox. You tricked me."

Savitri pouted defiantly. "Who told you not to write me a letter for an entire month?"

Mehbub's eyes widened in understanding. She was getting back at him. With a teasing grin, he lifted her off his lap and laid her gently on the bed.

"You little fox," he said, leaning over her, his voice low. "Let's see how I'll teach you a lesson today."

Savitri, still pouting, shot back. "You always say that, but you never do anything."

A mischievous glint sparked in Mehbub's eyes. "Oh, very good. You're still daring to challenge me. Today, I'll let you see my true colors."

For a moment, he paused, his gaze lingering on her face, her hair scattered across the bed, her saree clinging to her body in the dim light. His breath quickened as he moved closer to her, his hand slowly tracing the outline of her proud figure.

As his hands moved over her figure, Savitri's breathing also quickened, her whole body became hot with anticipation, Unable to hold back anymore, She looked at him and whispered softly in his ear: "Master be gentle"

Her words seemed to ignite something in him ,his own body became hot, his action growing bolder and his face inched closer to hers, and one hand slipped beneath the folds of her saree, moving between her legs, their faces drew nearer, the tension thickening and just as he was about to kiss her, sudden knock on the door startled them both.

Returning to their senses. They quickly pulled away, Savitri hurriedly adjusted her clothes him and rushed to the door up, Her heart was racing.

Opening the door,she saw there was a maid standing this is the maid of the begum beside her there were five foreign girls standing. Begum's maid looked at the flushed face of her niece understood what was going on? She looked at her smiled and then ignore her reaction and said:

" Where is young Nizam"

"Young Nizam is inside, you can come" said Savitri.

After hearing it Begum's maid whose name was Radha came directly to Mehbub with five girls beside her and said:

"Young Nizam these five will be you maids from now on, they were given by Nizam himself to you and they all raised from childhood in Abroad and recently came to India. Nizam told me to tell you about that"

After hearing what she said:

"Thank you Aunt Radha, i already know father told me about them"

"Ok then Young Nizam, I won't delay for further then you can talk to them" after saying it she wanted to go but then turned around and said: "Young Nizam although you are adult but you still have to take care about your health" after saying it she left and On the other hand Savitri's face become more and more flushed, red like an apple. Hearing what she said. Nizam nodded and didn't explain further. Radha is the personal maid of her mother and also took care of him from childhood and he knew she said was an advice not a taunt.

After Radha left he focused his attention towards the girls. Noticing his gaze, all of them became nervous and didn't spoke. He looked at them they were all 18-19 years old girls. After looking at them he said:

"Won't you introduce yourself" hearing the question all of them introduce themselves:

"Eldest one of them spoke and said my name is Monica Belluci and i am 19 years old from italy and good in fashion designing and media, Greeting master" after saying it she looked at Mehbub.

Mehbub looked at her and analyze, she is 19 years old this year, in her youth, had a striking and timeless beauty that can captivate many. Her looks can be described as a blend of classic Italian elegance and sultry allure. She possessed a flawless olive complexion that glowed with warmth, dark, expressive eyes framed by thick lashes, and full, perfectly sculpted lips that added to her sensual charm. Her thick, dark hair often cascaded in soft waves, adding to her sophisticated yet effortless appearance. Her lips, eyes are so captivating that anyone indulge in them just by looking at them.

In terms of her figure, Bellucci had an hourglass silhouette, with graceful curves that were both natural and balanced. Her statuesque frame, standing at around 5'7", gave her an air of regal poise. She carried herself with confidence, which added to her magnetic presence. What truly made Monica Bellucci stand out was not just her physical attributes but the elegance and depth she brought to her appearance, often described as a rare combination of beauty and intelligence. All in all she was a beautiful with intelligence, figure and beauty.

After a while another one spoke she said:

"My name is Marilyn Monroe, I am 18 years old and i am from France and i am professional in Finance and Management" Mehbub looked at her, she possessed a timeless beauty that radiated glamour and charm. Her face was a perfect balance of softness and sensuality, framed by her iconic platinum blonde waves. Full lips, often painted in a signature red, and sparkling blue eyes with a flirtatious glint made her the epitome of elegance. Her skin, luminous and porcelain, added to her ethereal glow.

Her figure was the embodiment of the classic hourglass shape, celebrated for its voluptuous curves and feminine grace. With measurements that accentuated her full bust, narrow waist, and rounded hips, she represented an ideal of beauty that was as bold as it was graceful. Standing at 5'5", she carried herself with a seductive yet playful confidence, turning heads with every movement. Monroe's allure went beyond mere physical attributes—her vulnerability, charm, and innate ability to captivate made her not just a symbol of beauty, but an enduring legend of sensuality and elegance.

While he was enjoying her, another voice came:

"I am Elizabeth Olsen from Germany, i am 16 years old and i am good in Law and Business"

The person who spoke was an immature young voice, looking at her she is both timeless and refreshingly natural, combining classic features with a modern, understated grace. Her oval-shaped face is framed by soft, flowing waves of chestnut hair, often styled to highlight her effortlessly chic look. Her striking green eyes are one of her most captivating features, exuding warmth, depth, and intelligence. Paired with her delicate smile, Olsen's expression carries a blend of subtlety and strength, making her beauty magnetic yet approachable.

Her figure is graceful and well-proportioned, with a slim, athletic build that reflects her healthy lifestyle. Standing at about 5'6" (168 cm), her physique is elegant and poised, emphasizing her long legs and balanced silhouette. Her alluring chest, she maintains an effortless sophistication, with a sense of style that enhances her natural beauty rather than overpowering it.

Next Person to Elizabeth also spoke:

"I am Scarlett Johansson, I am 18 years old, i am from Russia, i am good in martial arts, intelligence and security"

Looking at her he couldn't help but remember black widow, Scarlett Johansson possesses a timeless beauty with a captivating allure. Her soft, sculpted features are highlighted by full lips and expressive, almond-shaped eyes that seem to draw you in with their depth and subtle intensity. Her complexion is luminous, often giving her a radiant glow that complements her refined elegance. With a curvaceous yet toned figure, she embodies a perfect balance between classic femininity and modern strength. Her hourglass silhouette, paired with a natural grace, gives her a commanding presence, whether on screen or in person. There's a sophisticated allure in the way she carries herself, blending sensuality with confidence.

She exudes a captivating aura of a fighter, her figure radiating both strength and flexibility. She embodies the allure of a deadly beauty.

Next girl to Scarlett also introduced herself:

"I am Kendell jenner, i am from britain, i am 19 years old proficient in Science and Technology"

Looking at Kendall Jenner, She embodies a striking blend of classic and contemporary beauty. Standing tall with a statuesque figure, her long, lean frame is complemented by a graceful posture. Her face is a portrait of modern elegance, featuring high cheekbones, a well-defined jawline, and a perfectly symmetrical complexion. Her dark, lustrous hair often falls in sleek waves or is styled with effortless sophistication. Her deep-set eyes, framed by long lashes, convey both intensity and warmth, while her full lips are often highlighted by subtle, natural makeup. Kendall's sense of style further enhances her allure, showcasing an innate ability to merge high fashion with understated grace. She embodies intellectual beauty, her entire presence exuding the charm of an alluring, sophisticated teacher.