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Chapter 1
A big mansion was shown. In a small room inside, a girl woke up at 4 a.m. Slowly, her face was revealed—it was Avni. She folded her mat—yes, she slept on the floor—and placed it on the small table. Then, she began cleaning the whole mansion. After that, she washed all the clothes kept in the bucket, pressed them one by one, and finally started preparing breakfast.
When all her work was done, she checked the time—it was 7 o’clock. She quickly freshened up and, after completing her morning chores, sat down to worship Lord Ganesh (her Gannuji, her Bappa) in a small corner of her room, for she was not allowed inside the temple of the house.
She folded her hands, closed her eyes, and whispered,
“Please, God, keep all of us happy. Don’t let anything bad happen to anyone. May everyone be blessed with peace and wisdom. Okay, now I have to go—I am late for my job. And yes… please, please support me,” Avni said with a small smile at the portrait.
She walked down the stairs and moved toward the door when suddenly a loud scream stopped her.
“AVNIIII!”
Hearing the voice, she shivered, fear spreading inside her. Slowly, she turned, only to be welcomed by a tight slap that sent her falling to the floor with a thud.
Her head lifted weakly, and her teary eyes met the face of none other than her aunt, Hetal.
Hetal was a cunning lady who could do anything for her benefit. She had married Avni’s uncle, Ketan, only for property. But later her dreams were crushed when she found out that all the property was in the name of his older brother, Ashish, and that Ketan was merely a caretaker.
Ashish lived abroad with his wife, who was pregnant. Soon, his wife Ayesha died while giving birth to their daughter, Avni. At the same time, Hetal gave birth to her daughter, Riya.
On one side, Avni was raised with love and lived a luxurious life. On the other, Riya grew up under her mother’s cheap mentality, filled with hatred and envy toward Ashish’s family. In Hetal’s eyes, Ashish was living the life that should have been hers.
Her wish came true when she learned that Ashish had died in a car accident. But her happiness was short-lived. Before his death, Ashish had named all his property to Avni, giving only 5% of his wealth to Ketan.
By law, Avni was brought to their house, as Ketan, being a family member, was responsible for her and her property until she turned 18.
Time passed, and Hetal started torturing Avni in every possible way. She treated her like a servant, punishing her for even the smallest mistakes.
When Avni turned 18, Hetal forced her to transfer all the property into her name. Being kind-hearted, Avni signed the papers, hoping her aunt would finally love her as much as she loved Riya.
But she was wrong.
Hetal’s behavior only grew worse. She punished Avni even more severely.
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“Didn’t I tell you I only want fresh juice every morning?! So how dare you give me juice made an hour ago?!” Hetal yelled, gripping Avni’s arm tightly and pulling her closer.
“A-Ac… actually, Aunt… I have to go to the café early today, so… sorry,” Avni stammered, hiccupping.
“Oh yes, speaking of the café—where is this month’s rent?” Hetal demanded.
“H-Here,” Avni said, taking out the money from her wallet. But before she could hand it over properly, Hetal snatched it all away.
“A-Aunt…” Avni mumbled, staring at her in shock.
“What?! Now go away. But first, make me fresh juice. Then go wherever you want.” Hetal’s tone was sharp, her eyes filled with anger.
“O-Okay,” Avni whispered, nodding quickly before walking toward the kitchen. She prepared the juice and brought it back, handing it to Hetal, who was busy scrolling on her phone.
“Aunt,” she said softly, offering the glass.
Hetal took it, glanced at her, and frowned. “What?! Are you just going to keep standing there?”
“A-Aunt… I-I need money for bus fare,” Avni whispered, lowering her eyes.
“Why?! Didn’t God give you legs? Walking a few kilometers won’t kill you. Now get lost!” Hetal shouted.
Avni’s eyes filled with silent pain, but she nodded and turned toward the door.
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Avni’s POV
Now, this month too, I’ll have to walk 8 km to my café job… all just to earn money to fulfill Papa’s dream.
Godji, please help me.
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~ItsYourBlackRose
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