Middle Eastern Maid Violet Gems Caught Steeling Money from The Home Owner’s Drawer – Hijablust

Title: A Stealthy Sticky Fingers intercepted.

The sultry sun blazed over the bustling streets of Dubai, its scorching beams glistening off the towering skyscrapers like diamonds on silk. Amidst the city’s opulence, on the quieter end of Jumeirah Beach Road, lay a lavish villa, home to a prominent businessman and his family. Inside, a serene and spotless interior portrayed a meticulously managed household, credit to the villa’s live-in maid, Violet.

Violet Gems was a striking young woman from Jordan. Her almond eyes sparkled with mischief, her plump lips always curled in a coy smile, and her olive skin glistened under the bright lights – a rare gem indeed. She carried an aura of intelligence and charm, which drew the attention of the homeowner’s teenage son, Amir. Amir was smitten, and often found excuses to engage with Violet. However, she remained professional, only offering cordial politeness.

Violet’s seemingly perfect exterior masked a secret. Financial strain at home prompted her to resort to sly thefts, pilfering small sums of cash from the villa’s various drawers and purses. She’d pocket them discreetly, believing she’d gone unnoticed. But fate has a way of catching up…

One balmy evening, the homeowners left for a dinner engagement, leaving Amir to babysit. Seizing the opportunity, Violet crept into the master bedroom. With practiced ease, she opened the dresser’s top drawer and reached her hand inside. Her eyes widened as her fingers brushed against crisp banknotes. Violet couldn’t resist; she grasped a few bills and swiftly tucked them into her apron pocket. Just as her breathing began to steady, she heard footsteps approaching.

Amir stepped into the room, eyes transfixed on Violet – his jaunty mixer clutched in one hand and a snack bowl in the other. “Violet? What are you doing in that drawer?” His tone was more curious than accusatory.

Violet quickly exited the drawer and faced Amir, smile frozen on her face, heart pounding against her chest. “Oh, just checking if the owners have left a message, master Amir.” Not a great excuse, but she improvised hastily.

Amir tilted his head, taking a moment to assess the scene. Then, he shrugged and said, “Well, I can check that later. Did you need anything?”

Violet sighed in relief, silently thanking her luck. “No, no, master Amir. I was just about to finish with dinner. Enjoy your snacks!”

She scurried out of the room, trembling hands concealing the pilfered cash. True, Amir didn’t catch her in the act, but the fear of exposure still gnawed at the pit of her stomach. Still, she decided she’d be far more cautious in the future.

Days went by. Violet’s sneaky fingers continued to slip into drawers. The guilt weighed heavy, yet so did the pressing bills at home. She convinced herself that just a bit more would help and usher normalcy.

Until one perilous afternoon, loud voices echoed through the villa. Violet froze by the fridge, her hand still plunged into the drawer. Peering around the corner, she saw Amir and his friends gathered in the living room. Their hours looked long! Pushing the panic aside, she resumed forking through the cutlery. A loud ‘CLATTER’ echoed as the utensils tumbled to the floor.

Silence ensued, followed by Amir’s voice. “Violet? Is that you?”

Her heart leapt; the pilfered notes, still in her hand, suddenly felt very heavy. She hurried to drop them in her apron but fumbled. The notes scattered on the floor. A harsh swallow pivoted through her tightening throat.

“Yes, master.” Violet’s voice cracked. “Just dropped the cutlery from the…”

She froze, seeing Amir looming in the doorway, followed by his friends – their mouths ajar in surprise.

Amir’s eyes narrowed as he eyed the notes scattered across the floor. He stepped closer, towering over Violet. “Violet. Explain yourself.”

The shock was replaced by anger as Violet snapped. “It was just a mistake.”

“Sure, except mistakes don’t explain dishes tumbling out.” Amir leaned over, scooping a few notes. “Or money strewn all over.”

She shrank under his gaze, guilt reddening her cheeks. lips curled into a thin line, fighting back the tears. In a heated mumble, she confessed. “I…I had no choice. I needed the money for home.”

“And you thought robbing my family would resolve it?” Amir clenched his jaw, brows furrowed. Rage swelled, but then, something unexpected emerged.

His close friends had left the room, whispers of being “uncomfortable” as the door shut. Amir sighed, his glare softened into pity. “I…I know what loss feels like,” Amir started, voice uncharacteristically gentle. “All this glitz, believe it or not…” he motioned at the lavish furnishings, “didn’t save me from it.”

Violet stared at Amir suspiciously, torn between the fear of getting fired and the uncommon gentleness in Amir’s voice. She had never seen this side of him before.

Amir sighed, running fingers through his hair, and continued. “I lost my mother. Right in front of my eyes.” The words hung in the air, a stark contrast to the opulent surroundings. “The money in this house…it carries no real value.”

Violet felt her breathing slow down, Amir’s genuine sentiment reeling her in. She knew loss; it was a familiar visitor in her own life. They had more in common than their obvious social distinctions. The suddenly felt vulnerable, bare, and exposed, like he could peek into her soul. She found herself almost overwhelmed by it.

As Amir continued, his voice now laced with sympathy, he went on to ask, “Why don’t we discuss this in your quarters ask I await my parents. Together we’ll find a more…suitable employment. Get yourself sorted.”

It felt like a lifeline, an unanticipated redemption Amir offered.

The following days presented Violet with a challenge. Maintaining a professional rapport while holding onto Amir as an unexpected friend and ally. Little did she know then, that her small, winded world was about to expand again. Soon enough, Amir began buzzing around her with teddy bears, flowers, and endless compromises. They’d apologized together at each attempt until Violet could no longer edge away.

The lesson? Forgiveness, a second chance, and sometimes friendship grows in the most unlikely places. Color me pink!