Advice had returned to the hotel after dropping Dhruv off at his apartment, as he needed to finish all his work today. Kashish's death anniversary was two days away, and Advik wanted to clear his pending tasks before then. He was sitting in his hotel cabin, engrossed in his work.

Just then, his phone rang. Advik saw that Akshita was calling. He picked up the phone, put it on speaker, and said while continuing his work, "Tell me, Akshu."

"Bro, where do you get these Indian clothes...?" Akshita asked abruptly. Advik replied instantly, "In the same place where you don't get Western clothes."

Akshita said irritably, "Bro, I'm not joking. I really need a suit-salwar... I can't exactly go to the puja for Mom’s anniversary wearing jeans, can I?"

A faint but lopsided smirk appeared on Advik's face. Staring at the phone screen, he said, "So, it’s time for you to turn from Gita to Sita again. You have to show off that 'good and cultured' image in front of people once more. Akshu, if not anyone else, at least be afraid of Mom. What must her soul think when she sees you in this double personality?"

"She won't think anything, Bro... because Mamma loves me very much. To her, I am acceptable in every form. Now leave all that and tell me, where will I find Indian clothes?" Advik shook his head and said after a moment's thought, "I'll make some arrangements."

"I knew it, Bro, you'd manage something. Okay then, see you at home. And yes, the puja is the day after tomorrow at 9:00 AM. So please come home on time."

Advik said "Okay" and hung up.

Meanwhile, at the nightclub, Avni was struggling to feel comfortable in that waitress's dress. She kept pulling the dress down past her knees. When Pinky saw her doing this, she hit her forehead in frustration and said to Avni, "Stop it, it'll tear. Pulling it like this won't turn a short skirt into a long gown."

Avni nodded nervously. She kept trying to cover her right shoulder with her hand, then her left. Avni had put on the short waitress dress, but she didn't look like a modern girl from any angle. Her hair was still heavily oiled.

As usual, she had braided her hair and left it hanging in the front. Innocence still radiated from her face, and a sacred temple thread was still tied around her wrist.

Pinky shook her head; a makeover for Avni seemed impossible. Yet, Avni looked very attractive in this short dress. Her innocent face looked even more radiant in this outfit. If only there were a small smile on that face, Avni could have outshone every other waitress there.

Pinky placed a bottle of wine and two glasses on a tray and handed it to Avni. Pointing toward a table, she said, "Look, some guests have just sat down at that table. Go to them and serve this wine."

When Avni looked at Pinky fearfully, Pinky nudged her forward, signaling her to go ahead.

With trembling and hesitant steps, Avni walked toward the table where two middle-aged men were sitting, talking to each other using foul language.

As soon as Avni approached them with the wine tray, both men’s eyes landed on her. One of them began to leer at her. While both were looking at her, for the wealthier one, Avni appeared as an opportunity.

The man watched Avni as she placed the glasses in front of them with shaking hands and tried to pour the wine. Because of her trembling hands, the wine splashed and spilled.

The man who had been leering at her grabbed Avni's wrist. Looking at her with shamelessness, he said, "Easy now, there's no rush. You can sit here and serve the drinks comfortably if you like."

Avni's heart suddenly began to race, and her hands shook. She quickly pulled her hand back and looked at them in terror. They were staring at her like hungry wolves. Tears welled up in Avni's eyes, and she quickly hurried away from there.

She went behind the bar counter to a wall where no one could see her. Leaning against the wall, she covered her mouth with her hand and began to cry. What disgusting people... Even if this work was a necessity for Avni, those men should have had some regard for their age. Avni was the age of their daughter.

The man whom Avni had just served stretched and said, "I want this girl."

His companion, pouring wine into his glass, asked, "There are many. Which one do you want?"

With a wicked smile, the man said, "That girl who just left the wine at our table..."

His friend asked in surprise, "She looks like she’s from a village. She doesn't even know how to serve a drink. Take my advice, call a professional..."

But the man shook his head and looked at his friend, saying, "No, man. Professional girls don't have that spark that these innocent village girls do. They come to the city with dreams, but they lose those dreams somewhere in the colorful lights of these nightclubs.

Then people like us come along as saviors, using them to fulfill their dreams and giving them a handsome amount in return. Only when we give them money will they be able to fulfill their desires—wearing expensive clothes, going to expensive places, eating good food, and buying luxuries. How else will they do all this? With our money. Do one thing, tell the manager that I want this girl in my room tonight."

His friend expressed surprise. "I don't think the nightclub girls provide room service."

"Even if they don't, this girl will definitely provide room service tonight. Just throw money at her face. Then see, she’ll provide room service and every other service I want."

The man spoke with foul intentions, and his friend laughed, saying, "You are a first-rate bastard."

The first man stood up, told him his room number, and left. The second man stood up and approached the bartender. He went to Anshu and said, "Listen."

Anshu, who worked as the bartender there, came to the man and said, "Yes sir, tell me, which drink should I make?"

But the man shook his head and, pointing toward Avni, said, "I want that girl for room service... in Room 209."

Anshu looked at Avni in surprise and said, "I am sorry sir... but the club girls don't provide room service. If you like, I can send a waitress to your room."

The man pulled a wad of cash from his coat pocket and slowly pushed it toward Anshu, saying, "This is just a token."

Anshu was stunned to see so much money in front of him. The man walked away. Anshu had learned from Pinky that Avni needed money and was doing this work out of desperation. Anshu picked up the money and tucked it into his pant pocket.

Avni wiped her tears and, composing herself, returned to the table. Seeing her, Anshu said, "Avni, I need to talk to you."

Avni looked at Anshu with a dejected face and nodded, saying, "Yes, tell me, what is it?"

Anshu said, "I heard from Pinky that you need 25,000 rupees to find your brother."

Avni looked at Anshu in surprise but didn't answer his question. Anshu continued, "Look, I know 25,000 is a huge amount for small-time waiters like us, but if you want, you can get this money. And even more than this."

Avni looked at Anshu in confusion and said, "Anshu, what are you saying? I don't understand anything. Today is my first day at work and I can't even do the job properly. On top of that, you're confusing me with this roundabout talk."

Anshu grabbed Avni's hand, led her to a corner, and said, "Look Avni, listen carefully to what I'm saying. There is a customer who wants room service from you. Meaning, he wants you to go to his room and serve him drinks. If you go to his room with the wine, he will give you a tip in return—and not just any tip, a very good one."

Avni's eyes widened, and her heart began to flutter with anxiety. Looking at Anshu fearfully, she said, "Anshu, what are you saying? I just started today. Why did that customer ask for service from me? This isn't my job. Ask someone else."

Avni was about to leave when Anshu grabbed her hand to stop her. He said, "Have you lost your mind? You're getting an offer and you're refusing? You're the one who said you need 25,000 rupees. Crazy girl, in exchange for this work, if you ask for 25 lakhs instead of 25,000, the person won't say no."

Avni stared at Anshu. She understood enough to know that people forget their relationships in the glitter of coins. And here, Avni didn't even have a relationship with anyone.

But suddenly she remembered that she needed the money. Trembling, Avni looked at Anshu and asked, "Anshu, can that customer really help me? If I just take wine to him, will he give me money in return?"

Anshu nodded and said, "Yes, he definitely will. You just have to behave well with him. Serve him with a smile."

Avni was terrified, but she needed the money. And if she was getting money on her first day of work, what was wrong with it? Avni said to Anshu nervously, "Okay, I am ready to go to the customer's room. But I won't go alone; I'm scared. Can I take Pinky with me?"

Anshu thought for a moment and said to himself, "The man didn't say that he only wanted service from Avni or if another waitress could come along too."

Still, understanding Avni's fear, Anshu said to her, "Fine, you can take Pinky with you."

Avni felt a bit of relief. She went to Pinky and told her that a customer had requested room service from her.

Pinky was a bit surprised because she had been working there for a long time, but no customer had ever asked her for room service. Yet, Avni had received a room service order on her very first day. And Avni was taking Pinky with her.

Pinky realized that Avni was scared, which is why she was taking her along. Pinky nodded. Both Avni and Pinky prepared a wine tray and headed toward Room 201.

10th Floor, VIP Suite...

Advik had just entered the room. Upon entering, he took off his coat and tossed it into a corner. He sat on the sofa and loosened his tie to relax.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and called Sahil. Sahil answered, saying, "Yes, Boss."

Advik said in a tired voice, "Sahil, I need an Indian traditional dress for Akshita. Arrange for some good Indian clothes and bring them to my room."

Sahil quickly replied, "Okay Boss, I'll arrange the Indian clothes right away." But Advik stood up and said, "Listen Sahil, I'm going to take a shower. I've left the room door open, so just leave the bag of clothes in my room. And yes, I'm tired, so make some arrangements."

Sahil said, "Okay Boss," and Advik hung up. He took a towel and went straight to the washroom. He had left the room door open so that Sahil could leave the bag of clothes inside.