Mishty entered his home which is not less than a palace. She frowned seeing the empty hall. Soon her servant came running to her with a black tea. Mishty took a sip and sat over her couch.

"I don't want to stay here" Mishty mumbled with a pout as the servant smiled at the girl.

"Dear, but it's for your safety. You already know what is happening in Mumbai" Hari spoke in a humble tone as Misty looked up to her uncle who has been serving in this home since she was five years old.

"You will be staying for 2 weeks only. So relax" Hari added as Mishty turned...