Indian Maidservant Novels & Stories

For the first time, I would actually be paid for my work, even if it was only a small stipend. It was still much better than the situation of the maids. Most of them worked from sunrise until late into the night. They cleaned, cooked, carried out errands, and attended to everyone's needs without complaint. Yet their compensation was nothing more than food, clothing, and the protection the kingdom provided. The more I thought about it, the more unfair it felt. They worked harder than most people in the kingdom, yet they were treated little better than servants with no real rights of their own.

called the head maid impatiently from the hallway’s gloom. I could see the other servants and maids passing by my open door, their black silhouettes blending into the darkness. The head maid looked at me with her usual displeased expression. I was probably the most annoying one out of all the servants and maids she had to keep in check. It wasn’t my fault, though; I wasn’t born into this life of indentured servitude, and the system was unfortunately rigged. Once you neared the end of your indenture somewhere, they would sell you to another home, and you’d have to restart your contract with your new owner and work until you had repaid your value. It was a way the rich and powerful had to keep

“Welcome to the Lot Mansion. There are a total of 120 maids present in our mansion and 89 other workers. You are a maid and sir has personally put you in charge of his room. You will clean, scrub, mop and perfume his room everyday before you are allowed to leave. You must do this before he gets back from work. You will be paid $20,000 per month for your services and…” “Whoa. Wait! Did you say, $20,000! For being a maid!” “Sir, can increase the price if you find it meager.” I shone my eyes. “Increase? No I think it’s perfect just the way it is.” She continued her walk and talk. “You are getting the highest paid maid job because you meet the qualifications.” I laughed. “Are you okay, Miss Halt

Madam Marilyn replied, “There are sixteen maids, four bodyguards, and two drivers who make up a total of twenty-two people, so there are a total of twenty-three people including me.” Vera asked in surprise, “There are so many maids here?” “Yes.” Madam Marilyn replied, “There are four maids responsible for washing and cooking, eight maids responsible for sanitation and maintenance, and four maids who are responsible for gardening. However, some of them are more flexible and can be temporarily deployed if there is any need.” Vera asked again, “Where are these maids from?” Madam Marilyn said, “They are all from Malaysia and were carefully selected from among the maids at home when I came here.”

"Hey, you can tell me. I won't judge," She looks at me from head to toe. "You look rich enough. Those are the people who have been laughing at me and humiliating me," "I promise I am not like them. I promise. A lot of people out there are really terrible and they are also elitist. You can trust me," The maid quickly looks around. "I am barely paid up to fifty dollars a week. The Queen says it is our duty to serve the royal family for free but she being a good person, decided to pay fifty dollars a week,."

Mary had been working as a maid in Brenda's household for several days now, and she had grown accustomed to the various quirks and idiosyncrasies of the family. But there was one thing that she couldn't shake off - the way that Brenda's father looked at the maidservants.

I heard that if their lustful eyes fall on any woman; they make her their slave and own her mind, body, and soul. After my shower, I come out of the bathroom dressed in my maid attire - a black dress, a white apron, and a hairband. The dress reaches my mid-thigh and lifts furthermore when I wear it with heels. When male workers ogle at my legs, it makes me feel pretty uncomfortable. Why does this uniform have to be so short, God? I despise it when men gaze at me with lust in their eyes. I dwell in one of Wilson's servant quarters. Every quarter has a single bed, and a small attached bathroom. My job is to cook, which I enjoy.

“ Fal , Listen to me i promise you i will not let anyone and i mean anyone hurt you “. I sit down on the floor beside her and wrap her in my arms . After what felt like hours there was a knock at the door , and in came two maids with trays of food . After asking them to place the trays down on the small dining table , I inquired about their names . The smaller of the two spoke first , her name was Kirrin and the other Edala . Hoping to get some information out of them I decided to try the friendly approach . Kirrin was more chatty than Edala , offering up their ages and how long they have lived there. I was actually shocked to find out they weren't in fact slaves but maids .

Absolutely no one! But she did not come inside. "Come in." I said and she slowly came inside. "I can not see bahurani. I am blind. My name is Meera. I am the oldest maid of Raichand house. I took care of Chote sahab when he was young." That woman said and I understand why she did not entered before "OK it is really nice to meet you Kaki, (kaki means aunt)" I said as she seems like a good woman to me

Or was I really just unlucky in life to not meet all those good men and instead face these j*rks? "Miss Nathalie!" Someone caress my shoulder so gently and when I turn around to see her, it was that same woman too, the one who was with Mattia that night. "Yes? What do you need?" I asked her in a defeated tone before I looked away again. "I am Fia, my lady. The head of the maids in this household. All the maids in this mansion are bound to serve you and Mr. Menzel, but unlike the butlers, we can't go out of the house to do what you'll personally ask us to do. Our main job is to keep the mansion clean and serve our bosses and they're guests within the mansion only." I saw from my peripheral vi