CHAPTER THREE.

They weren't the grim reaper and I wasn't on their death list.

Turns out I was startled for nothing.

After I'd gotten into a new saree,dadee ma introduced me to the black and white troupe.

I had no idea what they were talking about but I could tell that most of them found it hard to believe that dadee ma was telling them.

The amused look on their faces explained it all.

Now I am currently in the large kitchen, searching for something to eat.

But nothing in the fridge matches my taste.

"Ma'am",a voice from behind startles me and I jump, holding a hand to my chest.

What is with everyone trying to give me a heart attack in this house?.

"I'm so sorry ma'am",a fat woman says with an apologetic countenance,"I didn't mean to scare you".

I take a deep breath and do the head bobble to tell her that she need not worry.

Her gaze move from me to the open fridge,"I can make you something to eat ma'am".

I decline her offer with a shake of the head

.

What can she possibly make for me to eat?.

No one here knows how to prepare the Aloo Gobi I am craving.

"Are you sure ma'am?",she arches a brown brow.

I answer her question with another nod and leave the kitchen to survey the house instead.

The house is a long rectangle of a building with floors made of clear glass walls.

I can see everything in it from where I am standing.

All I can think of is that one couldn't possibly walk naked or scratch their butts whenever they wanted to.

I will rather live in a mud hut than expose myself that way.

My eyes train on the naked Greek god statue in the foyer.

This is new.i have no problems with statues but this one is ugly as sin.

What in the world was the artist thinking?.

Did he think it is totally okay to create something that has horns sticking out of its "thing"?.

I make a face and look up at the mansion that belongs to big bad wolf,who goes around carrying a frown on his face.

He didn't smile  on the day dadee ma introduced me.

And he didn't smile when he was asked to sign a piece of paper yesterday.

I replace my expression with his signature scowl and mock him,"grandmother this, grandmother that, grandmother grandmother gran–".

My mouth hangs open when I sight a load of bricks right ahead of me.

And some Small sticks beside it.

A huge grin spilt across my face as I approach the bricks.

Aloo Gobi here I come.

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Sylar's pov

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"You really should get your office soundproofed man",the production manager, who,with a mischievous glint in his eyes,is watching me work says.

The limo we're in glid past Kochi industries and continued on the free road of Beverly hills,"what?".

Oliver leans back on the car seat and flashes me a smile,"your secretary didn't do a good job stopping her 'moans',I thought you would calm your balls down a bit since you just got married".

I flick a wry glance in my best friend's direction,"giveme a serious break".

Oliver shoots me an ironic smile,"whatever you say man".

His smile turns into a frown when he remembers something,"oh shit,I totally forgot to pick Isla from the airport".

I turn at the mention of our childhood friend,"airport?".

"She was in Paris for a shoot remember?".

I set the file aside and lean back,"no".

The truth is that I have no time to think of anything other things than the company.

Yes,Isla is my childhood friend but that doesn't mean I have to keep tabs on her modeling schedule.

"Then why are you in my car?",I inquire, picturing a pissed Isla in my head.

"I was hoping to meet your wif–", Oliver stops Midway when I shoot him a deadly glare,"I mean I was hoping to meet the woman who lives with you".

"Can you take me to the airport?".

I stare at him with a bored expression and tell the chaffeur to halt the car.

When he did,I turn to my pouting friend,"you have a car,get out".

Oliver grabs his jacket and makes a face,"stone hearted human".

When he opens the door and leave,I lean back and order the chaffeur to drive again.

Silently hoping that the dumb hick hasn't set my house on fire.

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The dumb hick almost set my house on fire.

Almost.

With widened eyes,I stare at big eyed moron who is looking down at her feet like a child who has been caught with a hand in the cookie jar.

"Are you insane?!", baffled rage spews into my throat like a geyser,"why the hell would you make a brick stove in the front?!".

"Hungry.me",comes her response.

"And why couldn't you ask the chef to make you something?,why couldn't you use the cooker?",I am pissed and every servant in the room could sense that,"where the fuck do you think you are?, your village?!".

I know she is dumb but making a fireplace to cook in my yard is the least I expected this dumb hick to do.

"Sorry".,she does the head bobble that pisses me off.

I ignore her and turn to the rest of the servants,"you are all fired for giving her the opportunity to almost burn down my house".

My anger carries me out of the living room to my bedroom.

Dumb hick is going to be the death of me if I am not careful enough.