"𝑯𝒊𝒔 Bindani "

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Author's POV

The man was none other than Raghuvanshi, the one secretly involved in the despicable trade of selling innocent children and young girls to other countries. However, he was unaware that a month ago, the King of Rajasthan, Mr. Raghav, had discovered his warehouses and hiding places. Raghuvanshi used these places to lay low after his vile deeds and to indulge himself with the money he earned from selling innocent lives.

After he told Siya how she ended up there, it took her some time to process his words and come to terms with the betrayal by her own brother. She knew her father and brother never loved her, but she never imagined they would do something like this to her in her entire life.

Siya's pov

"Mai har nyi maan sakti mujhe yaha se bahar niklna hoga",( "I can't lose every time; I have to get out of here.") I said to myself and tried to stand when a small 10 year old girl held my lehenga and pulled me down. Only then did I see how many girls were already there in this hell of that bastard.

Fear and despair filled the dimly lit room. The girl, with eyes full of tears and desperation, looked up at me, silently pleading. Around us, there were more girls, each with the same haunted look. Some were huddled in corners, others sitting numbly on the floor. The reality of the situation hit me like a punch to the gut. This was not just about my escape anymore; it was about all of us. My heart pounded as I realized the enormity of what lay ahead. We needed to get out, but how? The weight of their silent cries bore down on me, strengthening my resolve. We had to find a way out of this nightmare, together.

"Aap yaha kabse ho?" ( From when you are here )I sat in front of that girl and asked gently.

"Pata nahi di," ( don't know sister)she replied, tears starting to flow from her eyes.

"Kya hua bachha, roye na. Hum pakka yaha se bahar jayega... jaana please,"( "What happened, child? Don't cry. We'll definitely get out of here... please, let's go.") I said to her as she cried, trying to soothe her.

I reached out and held her small, trembling hand. Her tears mirrored the silent agony of every girl in the room. Determined, I knew I had to be strong for all of them. "Hum sab milke yaha se nikal sakte hain," ( we will leave together this place bachha )I whispered, hoping to instill some hope in her. The weight of the situation was crushing, but it also fueled my resolve. We would find a way out, no matter what it took.

I got up and started searching for routes to escape this hellhole and to help them get free too. But I couldn't find even a small door. There was a faint orange light that flickered unreliably. For over an hour, I searched relentlessly, exploring every possible route. This wasn't just a simple wall; it was something else, something different. There were countless small corridors, and I scoured every inch, but found no sign of a door or any kind of exit.

Finally, just when I was about to give up and return to the girls, I stumbled upon a room with a small window. The window was just large enough to see the bright, shining moon outside, but nothing more. Even through the window, I couldn't figure out where we were. He had even taken my phone. "Kutta kahi ka," I muttered in frustration.

I stood near the window for a few minutes, contemplating. I thought it would be a good idea to bring the other girls here, at least so they could get some fresh air. As I was about to turn away, I noticed a staircase right next to me. Deciding to climb it, since there was no other source of light besides the moon's glow, I let the shining moon guide my steps.