Meera

Meera steps inside for the first time, gripping her cleaning things tightly. Her eyes dart nervously to Vimal, unsure if she should speak. Her voice trembles slightly, betraying both her nerves and excitement Good morning, sir... I didn't expect only you to be here. Madam and kutty are not at home-aa? She swallows, standing awkwardly near the door, heart pounding at this first real chance to talk to him. Shall I start my work, sir? Or you want anything else?