Maya's pov:

The dawn is the real ambassador of peace and tranquility to a serene mind...where every possibility sprout creativity to every impossibility.

Darkness has gone leaving to feel the chirping of birds and cool breeze and filling the day with serenity and energy.

I opened my eyes to a complete different view. Yeah, I'm shifted to a new room.

"Oh! You're up. Good morning."

Xavier came up to me smiling. If it was not for the awkwardness amongst us, I would have surely told him that I am ready to die for this beautiful curve that spreads on his face.

I guess his smile is contagious. I smiled back at him and replied, "Good Morning."

"Uh..What time it is?" I asked.

"It's 9:30 in the morning. Why do you ask?"

"Oh God! I am really sorry I slept this long. I will wake up on time from tomorrow."

"And why do you need to get up early from tomorrow?"

"Sleeping till late isn't a good thing. That's why I'll wake up early from tomorrow. I am sorry for today." I apologized to him.

"For the sleeping thing, it's because of the high dose of medications that you're on. You feeling drowsy, is a side effect of the medicine.

And just for your information, even if it wasn't for the dose of your medications, neither I nor anyone else in this mansion, would have mind you sleeping till late.

There are few people who aren't early risers. Though I am not one of them, but I know it's quite irritating to get up early when you don't want to.

So, there's no compulsion or rule for you to wake up.

By the way, why did you think that it I wouldn't like if you wake up late?"

He asked.

"Umm.... Actually my parents would not like it, if I slept till late. They wanted me to get up early regularly. No matter how late I slept.

So, I kind of have this habit to get up early in the morning. When I got to know the time now, I kind of freaked out and was afraid that you would shout."

Xavier's pov:

"I want to thank you for sharing this with me. As long as I want to appreciate you for being honest with me , I would even tell you that you are no longer at your parents' house.

You don't have to be bounded by any rules here. You don't have to be afraid all the time . You can be free here. You can do whatever you want and most importantly You Can Be You. This is your house. You can behave anyway you want to. No one will say anything to you." I told her honestly.

"Thank you for your beautiful words but, you are mistaken at a place. This isn't my house. This is yours." She said.

"I wish there was something that would show you what's inside me. But, I have only my words right now , nothing else .

And mark my words when I say , this is your house, your place. Everything here is yours. You can do whatever you want to and trust me, I came back home from my guilt trip when you asked me to do that. I am not saying this out of guilt or regret. I mean what I say."

She looked at me out of astonishment. Her face held that look of bewilderment one has when he probably sees something as shocking as a dead person walking alive again.

She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again. I guess she couldn't form words because of what I just said.

I think this is going to happen many times from now on because of the realisation of my feelings that happened yesterday.

Everytime, I think of her, a smile comes on my face. My straight lips turn upwards from both sides forming a curve that had vanished a long time ago. Her sweet voice, her beautiful big doe eyes, that fair wheatish complexion, her body, her smile, her eyes, her nose, her everything has just got impressed on my heart.

Sometimes, I feel like I am being selfish here. But, her accident made me realise that she isn't just a stranger living in my house anymore.

That feeling of losing her , not being able to see her anymore just tore my heart into pieces. I realised that I felt something for her from the time I saw her. But, the realisation hit me yesterday.

"Mr. Adams!" A voice disturbed my train of thoughts.

"Yes."

"You are lost somewhere. I called you two times. I guess you didn't hear."

"Uh.. Sorry about that. You were saying something?"

"Yeah. I actually wanted to get up and use the washroom." She said.

"Sure."

I picked her up, taking utmost care to not hurt any of her injury.

"Mr. Adams, what are you doing?"

"Taking you to the washroom. Isn't that obvious?"

"Yeah but, you very well know that I have got a wheelchair. You could have just helped me sit on that."

"Why trouble that poor non living thing , when have got such a strong and handsome personal chauffeur with you all the time?"

I chuckled and made her stand properly near the vanity in the washroom.

"What do you want to do, use the washroom first or brush your teeth?"

"I'll use the washroom." She said.

"Ok I am standing right outside the door. Just call me once you're done."

She nodded and taking the support of the wall , carefully walked inside the washroom.

I was waiting outside the door when I heard a sound from inside the washroom like something just dropped on the floor.

I quickly barged inside the washroom, not caring about even asking Maya if she is in a decent state or not.

"What happened? Are you okay?"

She was standing near the mirror of the vanity with a toothbrush in her hand. I looked down at the floor to see that the toothpaste had fallen down. It was the voice of it falling down.

I looked up at her to see that her eyes had formed water inside them. A few more blinks and the tears would start falling down.

I went near her and held her by the shoulders.

"What happened Maya ? Why are your eyes watery? Is everything alright? Are you hurt somewhere?"

"Yeah.... I'm fine." She said.

"Then , why are you stuttering? Tell me. What's the matter?"

"I just....feel so helpless right now. This toothpaste, I tried to open it but it wouldn't open. When it fell down from my hands, I couldn't pick it up. I have to be dependent on someone just for the small little things."

She said expressing her disability to do things on her own.

A small teardrop fell from her eye. I wiped that drop and smiled at her.

"At some point or the other, one has to take help from others. We live in a social world Maya . We cannot survive doing everything on our own. There are times when even the smallest thing has to be done with others' help even if we don't want to.

Don't take this situation in a wrong way. Even though you have a fractured arm and a leg right now, but you can be as happy as you want .

Think of it like , you have a 24/7 servant with you in form of me. I'll take care of you and your every need.

That was the reason, I asked you to call me as soon as you are done.

You can think of the situation as a fun thing.

You have me by your service everytime. You can make me do anything you want.

Don't take it in a wrong way or don't think like you can't do anything on your own right now. You are in this position to order anyone and he'll be at your service regardless of how busy he'll be. Just have some fun."

Maya's pov:

He explain me in the sweetest way possible that what matters is how we react to the problem, not how big the problem is.

"You know that you are a great speaker. You talk nice."

"Trust me when I say I control a hell lot of my words when I am in front of you . Otherwise who knows what we would be doing in this washroom right now."

He said with tint of smile and hidden meaning dripping from his tone.

Even though I understood what he wanted to say, but I still acted like I didn't get him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked him eagerly waiting for his answer.

"Nothing my innocent Angel. Let's get your teeth brushed for now . Your breakfast is waiting for you." He said.

Picking up the toothpaste from the floor , he took the toothbrush from my hand and put the toothpaste on it.

"Open your mouth." He said.

"What are you doing? You know that I can brush my teeth very well."

"I didn't know that you learnt how to brush your teeth. I thought you had a servant who would brush them for you every morning." He said throwing his taunt on me.

"No need to be sarcastic."

I opened my mouth knowing that he wouldn't let me do it. He carefully turned me towards him and held my face in his left hand. He started brushing my teeth slowly by his other hand.

He carefully brushed my teeth and helped me wash my mouth. He even washed my face with a face wash and a scrub. He then , took me towards the bed and made me sit properly , putting all the pillows and the cushions behind my back for support.

He carefully set the bed table around my legs and put the breakfast on it.

He picked up the sandwich and forwarded it towards my mouth. I rolled my eyes and took a bite from it .

"How's it?" He asked

"It's just amazing." I moaned at the taste of the sandwich as soon I took the first bite.

It was perfectly stuffed with right amount of cheese, vegetables and the spices in it, just the way I love to have my sandwich.

"Don't make that sound." He groaned while I was moaning under the pleasure of having my favourite sandwich after so many days.

I decided to ignore him and I enjoyed my breakfast. While eating , I dropped some on my lap and a bit of cheese was spread around my mouth. He wiped that with the napkin as if I am a 5 year old kid.

"Can you help me with one thing? Please. " I asked him.

"On your service Mam." He said bowing his head down infront of me.

I chuckled at his antics and said, "I haven't seen my mobile from a very long time. Can you get that for me? "

"Of course. I'll right back at your service Mam. " He said bowing down again.

"Can you please stop that?" I said laughing.

Without bothering to reply me, he went from the room laughing.

After sometime, he returned with my mobile and charger.

"Sorry, I got late because I couldn't find your charger. Your phone's out of battery. It needs to be charged."

He plugged in the charger near the bedside table. He switched on the phone.

"You've got like some hundreds of messages and 119 missed calls to be exact."

"Who's are they?"

"It's password protected. Here, you can see it yourself." He forwarded the mobile towards me.

"150898" I told him the password.

"Huh?" He asked me, confusion lingering on his face.

"It's the password idiot. Type that and see who's messages and calls were they?"

He looked at me shocked probably wondering how could I give him the password of my mobile.

"I'm not an idiot." He said showing me his fake anger.

"Who's calls were they?"

"All the messages and calls were from John." He said.

I could see his change of expressions. His peaceful smile turned into a slight frown.

"Call John and put it on speaker."

He called the number and put the phone on speaker. He stood up from the bed . Before he could walk away from the room, I held his wrist. He looked at me with confusion, but I decided to ignore him.

"Hi Maya. Where were you? I have been trying to reach you continuously from the last week. What sort of irresponsible behaviour is this? The client has been pestering me continuously for the app." Joh straight away launched questions at me, with a hint of anger in his tone.

Before I could say anything, Mr. Adams stepped in the conversation and shouted at John.

"Whoever you are Mr. John, don't you dare raise your voice at her. Talk with decency and respect."

"Excuse me! Who's this ? Isn't it Maya's number.?"John was confused listening to a male's voice on my number.

I put pressure on Mr. Adams' wrist asking him to keep quite.

"Sorry for the disturbance John. Also, sorry for losing contact with you since last few days. Actually, I got into an accident. I was hospitalized for the last week. I returned home yesterday only. This is the reason for my absence in these last few days."

"Oh! I didn't know that dear. I'm really sorry for shouting at you earlier. Actually, I had been too much under pressure from the client. They are continuously nagging me about the apps and the website. But, I had no answer to give them as I couldn't get in touch with you."

Xavier's pov:

I didn't understand a word from her conversation with that John guy apart from that one word, that is Dear.

How dare that bitchy son of a dog -John, call my wife Dear.

She is no one else's dear than mine.

"It's okay John. I understand that being a mediator between the client and a freelancer is a though thing . You have to answer all the questions of the client and also meet our needs.

You didn't know about my accident . That's why you couldn't handle the situation . I am really sorry that I couldn't get in touch with you and inform you about the situation.

Well, what is the status right now?" She asked him.

"About that, Mr. Wilson withdrew the amount saying that you have no sense of responsibility regarding your work. Sorry about that . And, as far as Mr. Harris is concerned , he has worked to with you before. So, he was quite determined to have his app made by you only. So, he is on hold right now. I had to give him update about you till tomorrow . But, since I know what your status is right now, I'll tell him that you won't be able to work on his app ."

"Wait John ! No need to do such thing. As far as Mr. Wilson is concerned, I would like you to inform him about my situation . I don't want to take any more stress regarding work right now . So, I won't do his website. But, still he deserves to know that I have that sense of responsibility to complete my work before deadline. But, there are certain situations where even if we want to do , we can't do anything.

Regarding Mr. Hariss' app, I have almost finished the third stage code. If the project is cancelled now , my hard work will be all in vain. And, Mr. Harris is such a big client. I don't want to lose him.

He has been my client for very long time and this app is his biggest work. This can prove as a great achievement in my career. It will add a lot to my portfolio. So, anyhow I will try to to complete his app within next 3 days. Just ask him for that. You know what, I have his number. I'll talk to him. Just do one thing. Talk to Mr. Wilson on my behalf."

"Ok if you wish to complete Mr. Harris' project, then that's up to you. I will talk to Mr. Wilson . Don't worry about that. If you don't mind, I would actually like to visit you . Only if, that's fine with you."

"Just give me a second." Maya said.

She muted the call and looked at me.

"Will it be okay, if John comes to meet me? I promise he is a nice guy . He won't cause any disturbance to anyone. Please." She asked me with those pleading eyes. Even if I wanted to , I couldn't say no to them.

"It's okay Maya. You can call whoever you want . I told you. This is your place . You can do as you wish . You know don't need to take anyone's permission here."

She smiled at my words and said, "I'll text you the address John. You can come anytime you want."

"Thank God that I get to see you now. Otherwise due to your parents'fear, you never allowed me to meet you at your home.

Alright then. I'll see today in the evening. Take care . Bye." He said.

"Bye." With that Maya cut the call.

"Care to explain everything. Why did you stop me leaving this room? What were you talking with that guy regarding projects, apps and websites?" I asked her to clarify all my doubts.

"First of all, he is not That Guy. He is John. My friend and my Freelance Professional Mediator."

I stood there confused with whatever Maya just said.