I hold my breaking family in my arms trying to be as strong like a wall of support and prepare myself to brace the disaster.

One year later......

"Sanaya, where is the Old Delhi land acquisition file? I asked you to set it on my table before I reach the office." I bombed at my secretary. "Sir, I am sorry, but it is still under the perusal of our planning department." She stuttered with fear evident in her eyes. My anger was outraged within a blink of an eye and I lifted the receiver of my phone to press it to my ears. "Mr Suresh you will reach my table with ten minutes. Otherwise you are fired." I simmered. In a count of five minutes Mr Suresh entered my office with quivering hands "Sir, we tried to persuade the residents of Chandni Chowk to lend us the land. Even for the eye catching compensations that we have offered they were adamant like logs and refused to yield the land to us." He sighed with defeat. "Hmm" I analysed the situation and decided to pay a visit to the area personally.

After my father left this world handing me the vast empire of Arihant group of Industries, I had expanded the company more than twice within a period of one year. Today we are the leading manufacturers of clothing line in India and also expanded our business to hotel industry, pubs and casinos. I am now the owner of almost all the night clubs in Mumbai except a few which are owned by my friend Anand.

After days of negotiations with the residents of Chandni Chowk and agreements with the government I am now all set to open the largest textile industry in the old city of Delhi. To have final look over of the targeting area I land myself to discuss business with my friend who is also my financial advisor. Sharing a puff of smoke with him, my eyes stop on a beautiful girl hiding in a bin.

She appeared from a well to do family but her sky blue dress now in rags provoked me to know her better. She was a young girl probably twelve to thirteen years of age and looked like a princess with grey eyes. My friend Anand tried to engage a conversation with her but she seemed too frightened already and suspected us to be cops. I don't know what came over me. I ascertained the girl with my quantifying eyes and stopped my friend from interrogating her further.

And...... l did the unthinkable. I drove her straight to my house.

Had I known it was the day which was going to change my life forever.

Chapter 5

Adaah

I am driven in the lonely streets of late night city of Delhi. I still do not understand why I agreed to step into this extravagant rich vehicle along with these unknown men. My mother's voice began to ring in my ears. "Princess, never go near strangers." As though I have a choice, my helpless side voiced its way. I sighed and closed my eyes feeling tired. Within a few minutes the car began to pick up its speed. I was slowly moving from the slums to posh side of the city. The costly mansions with long lawns begin to mark their way. Both sides of the road were covered with big trees. The car takes a turn into a large driveway to increase my fear. Are they kidnapping me? The agitating feeling made my hands sweaty.

Within seconds we were in front of big gates of a princely mansion. There was security on either side of the massive gates. The men dressed in grey uniform saluted the stranger who was driving the car sitting beside me. He just nodded and drove the car into the beautiful lawn in front of the magnificent building. Though it was quite dark by the time we reached the so called palace, I couldn't stop to appreciate its beauty. As soon as we entered the mansion gates I was greeted with the scent of beautiful roses. The garden was huge with flowers of different varieties. In the centre was a huge fountain. The car reached the front of the mansion which had large oak wood doors and on the top of the luxurious building were letters carved in big - 'jannat'.

I gaped at the beauty of the exclusive building. It was ten times bigger than my house. This man sitting beside me must be extremely rich. Driving me out of my reverie he spoke to me in a soft voice "Little girl should we go in?" I nodded and removed the seat belt. He quickly moved around the car to my side and took my hand in his to take me inside the mansion. His friend who was seated at the back was found nowhere. Probably he was dropped on the way when I fell asleep while reaching this place. The 'friendly stranger' rang the door bell twice and immediately after the second ring, an old lady almost in her sixties welcomed us with a warm smile. Mr Ajit Acharya reciprocated her with a nod and ushered me inside the mansion with a hand on my back. I took two steps inside and my jaw dropped. The inside was more beautiful. The living room was exquisite with beautiful paintings adorning the long walls with crystal vases here and there. The furniture was completely made of African Black wood marking rich. On one side of the hall were steps leading to the rooms upstairs and on the other side was probably a kitchen and another room which I think is a study. Leading to the kitchen is the dining area. There is large glass table with porcelain plates and cutlery lined up capable of accommodating at least twenty people.

As I was grasping everything around me, I felt a bit dizzy and begin to drop myself down. Seconds later blackness surrounded me.