John- The Butler

Instead of going ahead to meet Maya near the gate, Aisha waited outside to see Kurana coming out covered in blood and hear the show that was about to take place inside. She slightly opened the door and to her delight, the exact thing happened that she had expected. The tea cup she had left intentionally, which was still hot went flying onto Kurana's face. Aisha was overjoyed to see the scene, she was so happy that she could start dancing at any moment.

'I bet she didn't get a chance to even open her mouth' Aisha laughed at the thought.

" Kurana, you better mind your behavior, next time I won't just let you off with a small beating, I will fire you. " Dhananjay yelled at kurana. Her head was bleeding and her arms were burnt, but she didn't move from her position. She continued kneeling until Dhananjay was done with everything he had to say.

After a few more minutes of yelling, Kurana came out of the study and Aisha stood there, leaning on the wall opposite the study. She had folded her arms and one of her legs was tapping on the wall behind her.

"So, how was that?" Aisha asked and then left her position, to get close to Kurana. "You have a new scar. Be careful to not add any more." Aisha tapped on her shoulder and patted her back, after that, she left the corridor, and through the stairs. She was happy but to her disappointment, Kurana wasn't covered with enough of her blood.

Kurana was shocked to see this sudden change in the timid, little, childish girl, who would get afraid of Kurana only at the sight of her face, change into a complete monster like her father.

"How the hell did she change so much? Just who on earth is that person? She ain't the Aisha, I knew two days ago." Kurana realised the pain in her head and held her wound tightly intending to stop the bleeding, which of course wasn't happening at all. She rushed back to her room to treat her wound, still puzzled about Aisha's behavior.

Satisfied by her actions, Aisha leaves the mansion and walks through the garden to reach the gates of the mansion. The Khurana mansion has three floors in total, containing ten rooms on each floor. It has an underground resting area for servants and an underground prison much below the servant's area. It has two huge gardens and a training ground for the guards that they have made from scratch.

Dhananjay's ways have always been ruthless, being a mafia, he needs his big mafia army. So he had his evil ways of making a whole army. He adopted all the children from the orphanages he had tied up with and would then shape them into warriors. But a man who can treat his blood so cruelly, how would he have treated his adopted sons and daughters? They were all put through intense training.

"Maya, why are you standing over here?" Aisha asked when she spotted Maya standing at the gate anxiously looking at an elderly man. Aisha walked closer and tried to recognize that man.

'of course, how could I forget about him?' Aisha realized that the old man was none other than her perverted butler, the butler of house Khurana.

"What's wrong? Why's the car not ready?" Aisha folded her hand around her chest and looked at the old man. His once black hair which he had dyed for some reason had turned grey but had a very good volume. Like always he was in a black suit covering his white shirt which had a tie hanging around his neck.

Even though he looks very weak and old right now, Aisha very well knows how strong the old man standing in front of him is and how annoying his thoughts are. 'perverted old man. ' Aisha whispered once she was done scanning him from top to bottom.

"Master would never allow you out." He said, placing one hand on his heart and one behind his back. One thing that is good about that man is that he is truthful when he places that hand on his heart.

"But he allowed me," Aisha replied.

"Very, well. I shall go ask master at once." He started walking back inside the mansion.

"Did I allow you to leave, John?" Aisha stopped him.

John turned around wearing a confused expression, "Miss, I am an elder, please do not call me by my name. " He said placing his hand back on his heart and bowing a little.