Indian Maidservant Novels & Stories

She instructed to the maid who listened her with bowed head. No wonder why she was a good friend of my mother.They certainly had so many things in common,treating their house helpers like their personal slave included in the list but I hate such aristocratic behavior. Come on, we aren't living in the monarchial reign.In fact, every country has the law to protect human rights. "She's the best maid one can hire in this city.I pay her the salary equal to a multinational company's grade one employee."She boasted of her riches while she ran her perfectly manicured nails through her intact hairs.

The two girls next to me nodded their heads and I automatically did the same. “The reason that I am explaining this to you is because our maid class is directly associated with the different classes in this palace. In other words, the rank of each maid is determined by who she serves. The lowest rank called the Basic Maids, like you three, don’t serve anyone. You perform basic duties and labor work to keep the palace clean and to cook. Do you understand?” Madame Cassandra explained before arching a brow at us. “Yes…” we all murmured at the same time.

As she helped me change, I tried to pry information from her. “How long have you been working here?” The maid hesitated. “A year.” “And how did you end up here?” She swallowed. “I’m… settling my father’s debt.” Her voice was barely a whisper, eyes darting to the door as if afraid someone would hear. “And once you’re here, you don’t leave. There’s no way on earth my father would be able to pay off his debts.” My stomach twisted. I wasn’t alone in this. There were other girls, other lives tangled in debts they hadn’t chosen. But if they were still here, still serving, then… what did that mean for me?

I thought he was going to yell but then he continued down the stairs, past the mess, past me, and out through the front doors without a word. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. The maid beside me exhaled too. "You're lucky," she whispered, barely audible. "Lucky how?" She shook her head quickly and went back to sweeping, like she'd already said too much. *** On the sixth day, the young maid who had almost smiled at me in the hallway sat across from me at the staff table at lunch. Her name was Rina. Twenty years old. Two years at the estate.

"Why are you thanking her? She's just a servant. They don't deserve to be thanked." I froze, my fork halfway to my mouth. "Maya—" I started. "My mom says servants should be seen and not heard," Maya continued, looking directly at Sarah with casual cruelty. "And that we shouldn't even look at them because they're beneath us. She says poor people are disgusting and lazy, and that's why they're poor." Sarah's face went pale, her hands trembling slightly as she set down the juice. Maya wasn't finished. "My mom also says people like her—" she pointed rudely at Sarah, "—should be grateful we even let them work in our houses. She says they smell bad and probably steal things when we're not looking.

"I had your clothes washed yesterday. I'll run a bath for you and prepare your breakfast when I'm done." "You really don't have to do any of this for me." Sierra was embarrassed that the woman was serving her. Being broke and poor had humbled her in more ways than one. Usually, she wouldn't bat an eyelid at this but somehow, working odd jobs after her father was evicted from his office had taught her a lot. "I'm obligated to do this for you." The maid said to her. "You are a very important guest in this mansion and if I don't serve you properly, the boss will get angry at me and I might lose my job."

“The servants, we talk to each other. I won’t touch on the specifics, but let me just say that Linda is not kind to her own maids. They dislike her greatly, and were eager to help you when I told them what happened.” “I’m grateful,” I said, amazed by Charlotte and the other maids. They truly did work behind the scenes to either make or break the contestants. It was a bit intimidating too. I hoped I always stayed on their good side. Though, as someone who worked in the service industry, I knew that often all it took to earn favor was to treat the wait staff as the people they were, and not as commodities that existed only to serve. “Thank you,” I said. “Please thank them for me, as well. I wo

“The house isn’t hard to clean because there are machines to help. The bedsheets, pillowcases, and curtains need to be changed every month. Don’t worry about the garden or the pool outside—there’s someone hired to take care of them. Your job is just to manage the house and take care of our employers.” “Yes, Ma. You said they’re all men? Are they handsome?” She smacked me on the head. “Don’t you dare flirt with them! Remember, you’re just a maid here.” I pouted. “That’s harsh, Ma. I was just asking! Besides, I know my place. Do you really think they’d be interested in me?” She gave me a sharp look, and I grinned innocently. “You’re beautiful and kind, my child. I just don’t want you to get hu

Ohh, gosh, this man is crazy. I stumped my foot and followed the maid, avoiding Harsh with an angry face. He was smiling at my anger. "Madam, you first," She gave me the way to ahead. I soothed my mind. "What is your name?" I asked. "Pushpa," She replied. The maids of this home never raise their head against us. "From how many years, you are working here?" I asked. "From my born," She thinned her lips.

If it wasn’t for the maid outfit, I would probably mistaken her for a noble lady. But the thing that makes me admire her is for her undying patience. Siya lang yata ang tumagal na personal maidservant ni Lady Marina. Everyone was either placed in another task or been kick out. I heard from Janna and Mary na palaging inaaway ni Lady Marina si Rita, she always blame her in every little mistake, and make her do things nonstop.