Avni was seated on a cabin chair, gazing around the room in astonishment. The interior was exquisite, and although she couldn't quite grasp the meaning of the paintings, they looked beautiful to her.

Just then, the cabin door opened. Pinky entered with a man and said, “Sir, this is my friend Avni. I spoke to you about her. She is the one who needs a job.”

Avni noticed the man appeared to be around forty-five years old. He was well-dressed. Looking Avni up and down, the man said, “Are you sure, Pinky, that she can do this work? Looking at her clothes, she doesn't seem fit for it from any angle.”

Pinky laughed, went over to Avni, and said, “No, no, sir, don't go by her clothes. You see, she just arrived in the city yesterday and didn't get time to shop. She just wore whatever she had on hand. Don't worry, she will work very well. Right, Avni?”

As she spoke, Pinky signaled to Avni with her eyes. Avni realized they were discussing her job and that the man in front of her could hire her. Avni quickly folded her hands in a namaste and, looking at the manager, said, “Namaste, sir... my name is Avni Sharma. Please don't worry, I will work very hard. I won't give you a single chance to complain.”

The manager looked Avni over once more and asked, “Pinky, did you tell her what the work involves? From what I can see, this girl isn't perfect for that type of work. And besides that, we don't have any other openings. Talk to her once. If she is comfortable, then fine.

But if a customer complains because of her, or if there’s any problem in the club, you will have to bear the consequences. Today this girl is looking for work; let it not be that tomorrow both of you are out looking for jobs.”

Pinky said with a laugh, “Oh no, sir, please don't worry at all. I will explain everything to her—what the work is and how to do it. She won't give you any reason to complain.”

The manager nodded and said, “Fine, if she has no problem, then why should I? Tell her the work and tell her to submit her original documents to the accountant outside tomorrow. She can start work from tomorrow evening.”

A smile spread across Avni's face, and she nodded in agreement. Pinky was also happy. As soon as the manager left, Pinky grabbed Avni’s hand and said, “Look Avni, you got the job. Just work well now, otherwise, my job will go down with yours.”

Avni smiled and hugged Pinky tightly, saying, “Thank you, Pinky, thank you so much. Because of you, I got a job today. Don't worry, I won't do anything that puts your job at risk.”

Then, Avni pulled back and said thoughtfully, “But Pinky, I didn't understand one thing. Why was the manager saying I wouldn't be able to do the work? What kind of work is it?”

Pinky let out a deep breath, nodded, and taking her hand, began to lead her away. Pinky brought her from the lobby into the club area. Stopping outside a door, she said, “Avni, now listen to me carefully. I am taking you inside; you have to watch closely what is happening and what people are doing. You need to try and understand it because from tomorrow, you will have to do the same. If you do this job, there will be double the income from tips on top of the salary.”

With that, Pinky gripped Avni’s hand and opened the club door. Immediately, the sound of loud music hit Avni’s ears, and the sharp smell of alcohol filled her nose, forcing her to hold her breath.

Pinky took Avni to the bartender and, standing her in a corner, said to a boy, “Hey Anshu, look after her. Make sure no one bothers her.”

The person at the bar, Anshu, nodded and said, “Okay.”

Pinky then headed toward her workstation. Avni watched the place in shock. Amidst colorful lights, many people were standing on the floor, dancing to the beat of loud music. The smell of alcohol was everywhere. In the loud music, the bodies of boys and girls were brushing against each other. Some people were sitting at tables, drinking.

Then Avni saw Pinky carrying a tray with bottles of beer and wine toward a table. She placed the wine bottle on the table. A boy sitting there touched Pinky’s shoulder with his fingers, and Pinky smiled at him. The boy took some money out of his pocket and placed it on Pinky’s tray; Pinky smiled and walked away with the tray.

Avni’s eyes widened in shock. She couldn't understand what Pinky was doing, but what she did realize was that Pinky had just served alcohol to those boys.

Pinky came back toward her and asked, “Did you see what I did?”

Avni stood there with her mouth hanging open. She said in shock, “You gave them alcohol and they gave you money in return? What kind of work is this? I’m scared, I won't be able to do this. Going in front of people wearing such revealing clothes and serving alcohol is not for me. Look for some other work for me.”

Pinky sighed deeply and looked at Avni. “Avni, this is Mumbai city. No one here has the time to keep running after you to get you a job. If you’ve been offered a job, consider it your luck.

And look, nothing wrong happens here. All the guests here are VIPs. They just sit at the table and order drinks for themselves, and we take the drinks to them. In return, if they smile at us or share a little joke, we have to smile and joke back. If the customer is happy, he gives us money. And the money we get from the customer is ours... which people commonly call a 'tip'.”

Avni looked toward the tables where a girl stood at almost every one, smiling and talking to the customers. They were all dressed just like Pinky. Avni began to panic.

She quickly grabbed Pinky’s hand and said, “Pinky, I can't do this. Look for something else. I just can't do this.”

Pinky pulled her hand away and looked at Avni sternly. “I haven't forced you. You asked me for help with a job, and I spoke for you where I work. Beyond that, you can't expect anything else from me.

Look Avni, I have a job and I’m happy in it. But you have a desperate need. You’re living at your uncle and aunt’s house. Besides that, you have to find your brother. Despite all this, you need a job.

Avni, if you go around telling your sorrows here, the person in front of you will tell you theirs, and you’ll feel like their sorrow is greater than yours. So try to understand, I’m not forcing you. It’s your choice—if you want to work, you’ll have to do this, and if not, then forgive me and find another job for yourself.”

Avni didn't know what to do. Her heart wasn't ready to do the work she was being shown, yet she was in dire need of a job at that moment. She thought for a while and then looked at Pinky. “Fine, I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

Pinky shrugged and said, “Fine, your choice.”

After that, Pinky went back toward the bar counter. Avni struggled to breathe as she hurried out of the club; the smell of alcohol was so strong it made her nauseous.

Coming out of the hotel, Avni caught an auto and returned to her uncle and aunt’s house.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Advik was in his room. He had his own VIP suite in his hotel where he mostly stayed.

After finishing his work on the laptop, Advik closed it and stood up from the sofa with a long stretch. He went to the balcony to smoke and relax. But he knew how he would get his true relaxation.

He took out his phone and called his assistant Sahil. Sahil picked up on the first ring. “Yes, boss.”

Advik took a deep breath and said to Sahil, “Sahil, I am tired.”

Sahil understood exactly what "I am tired" meant. He quickly said, “Yes boss, I’ll make the arrangements. By the way boss, Indian or foreigner?”

Advik rubbed his forehead, thought for a moment, and said, “It was Indian yesterday, right? Today, foreigner.”

“Okay boss.” Sahil hung up immediately and the next moment called someone to arrange a foreign girl. Sahil knew that Advik's choice could never be low-class, so if a girl was coming for him, she had to be high-class.

On the other side, in a quiet area of Mumbai, on the upper floor of a white bungalow, a man was sleeping on his back. There was a dream in his eyes that he was perhaps afraid of. The occasional white strands in his black hair showed that age had not yet fully claimed his existence.

This person was none other than Naksh Merchant, the King who still ruled the Mafia.

A dream was playing in his eyes. A car stood at the corner of a deserted hill, smoke billowing out of it. That beautiful car he had just bought was now completely burnt to ashes.

Naksh stood a little distance away from the car. Little children were with him—a boy who was ten years old and a girl of the same age. Both were clinging to Naksh and crying, and Naksh was trying his best to go toward the car. But from behind, the police and Naksh’s friend Adi wouldn't let him go near the burning vehicle.

Naksh’s screams had made the atmosphere terrifying. Advik and Akshita were also screaming as they watched the burning car.

Naksh was just screaming Kashish's name as he looked at the car. But Adi held Naksh firmly. Although Adi’s own eyes were filled with tears and his heart was sinking, at this moment, he had to handle Naksh and the children.

The fire brigade had brought the burning car under control. But seeing the sight inside, Naksh quickly covered both his children's eyes because there was a completely charred body inside.

Naksh screamed Kashish's name upon seeing the body, and with that, Naksh woke up from his sleep on the bed. He was breathing heavily, trying to calm himself.

He picked up the glass of water kept on the table and drank it in one gulp. Naksh got off the bed and walked over to a wall where a large portrait of Kashish was hanging. In it, Kashish was in a bridal outfit. Naksh placed his hand on Kashish's picture, and with that, tears began to flow from his eyes.

He took a deep breath and, looking at Kashish’s picture, began to say, “I knew that you hadn't forgiven me from your heart. You wanted me to be punished for what I did, but this isn't the right way to punish me. The way you have given me a life sentence, I won't be able to bear it, Kashish.

The way you left me, the way you left the children... do you know that because of your leaving like this, Advik has also distanced himself from me? You always used to say that miracles happen in this world, didn't you? So I want a miracle to happen with me too... Come back, Kashish.”