Meanwhile, Rajesh grew anxious about his sister Madhu, who had promised to return by evening but hadn't shown up. Unaware of the danger she was in, he remained outside the shadows of that dark world. He tried calling a few of Madhu's acquaintances, but deep down, he knew she didn't make friends easily. Eventually, he decided to contact her closest friend, Anjali.
"Bhaiya, she's been busy lately," Anjali said, her voice uncertain. "Even in class, she seemed distracted. I tried talking to her, but something felt off."
"Do you have any idea where she might be?" Rajesh asked.
After a pause, Anjali replied, "She murmured something during our first lecture... something about meeting a lawyer."
"A lawyer?" Rajesh echoed. "There are hundreds in the city. Do you remember who?"
Anjali sighed. "I'm sorry, Bhaiya. I really don't."
"It's alright. Thanks," he said, forcing calm into his voice.
Now more cautious than ever, Rajesh decided to go to the police station, hoping for answers.
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On the other side of the city, Madhu lay motionless—only her head stirred slightly. Aman, writhing in pain after being struck in the groin, could barely hold back tears. Lalan Raj, seated calmly in a chair, finally broke the silence.
"Time's up. Let's move them to the factory."
His men hesitated. "Boss... are you sure? They'll see everything."
Lalan lit a cigarette, exhaled slowly, then said, "They're slaves now. They can't stop us."
The goons exchanged glances, then nodded. Obeying the command, they lifted Madhu and Aman onto the truck. But Madhu—still conscious—had begun to form a plan in her mind.
As the goons lifted Madhu and Aman into the truck, Madhu clung to a desperate hope. She had acted quickly before their capture—back when Lalan was distracted, talking endlessly at her. In that brief window, she had quietly opened her phone's location and slipped it behind the boxes, far from view. Now, as they were being moved, her mind held onto the belief that someone would find it. With her strength fading and her vision blurred, she slowly shut her eyes, trusting that rescue would come.
Meanwhile, Rajesh had reached the police station. With folded hands, he greeted the officer seated before him and poured out everything he knew. But the officer's body language was apathetic—his eyes drowsy, his gaze wandering across the room. Rajesh noticed it all but chose to continue, suppressing his frustration.
When he finally finished, he said, "Sir, that's all I know. Can you please help identify every lawyer in the city? I need to find my sister."
The officer responded blandly, "Okay, we'll find her. You can go now."
The hurried, indifferent tone made it clear—they had no real intention of helping. Rajesh understood immediately: the report would be signed, shoved in a drawer, and forgotten. Without another word, he stepped out of the station. He wasn't going to waste more time.
Determined to act, Rajesh headed to the labor construction firm where he had many friends. Gathering workers from every site, he explained everything from the beginning to the present. One by one, they stood by him.
"You are our brother. Madhu is our sister. We'll find that damn lawyer," one of them said with fire in his voice.
Rajesh nodded but reminded them, "Ask around calmly. If anything goes wrong, we could be the ones in trouble. Understood?"
Everyone agreed.
"I'll send you the full list of lawyer names and addresses I got from the police station," Rajesh added. "Start investigating. I'll do the same."
He shared the photo of the list with every contact he trusted. Then, without delay, he set out to begin his own search—driven by fear, hope, and the burning need to bring his sister back.
On the other side, Vidya remained locked in the dark, suffocating cage, surrounded by other women—some barely in their twenties, dressed in short, tight, revealing clothes that barely passed for garments. Their eyes were filled with fear, shame, and resignation.
One of the older women, perhaps in her thirties, gently wrapped her arms around the girl who was wearing it and said "Don't worry, child," she whispered. "God is watching. No one will escape from the weight of this sin."
But her words ignited something in another woman nearby. She rose with a trembling voice, her face red with fury.
"God?" she spat. "Are you serious? Or just a fool?" Her voice grew louder. "If God existed, would we be here? If He cared, we'd be in our homes, with our families, eating food—not caged like animals!" She banged her fist against the iron bars. "There is no God! NOTHING! Understand?"
Silence swallowed the room. No one replied. Even the sobs that had lingered in the background seemed to hold their breath.
Suddenly, the heavy clang of approaching boots echoed. Lalan appeared, dragging behind him a long metal chain—thick, cruel, and clearly designed to bind many. He looked at the girls who had been "chosen" earlier.
"You, out," he barked.
The selected girls obeyed, stepping out of their cages. Without emotion, Lalan began shackling them one by one, linking them through the heavy chain. A girl at the end whimpered as the cuff tightened painfully around her wrist, but Lalan didn't even glance in her direction.
"If any of you dare move your arms around," he said coldly, "these chains will break your joints. They're made to tear you apart if you struggle. So behave."
The girls, terrified, nodded silently and followed him. As they were led away, one of the women still in the cage muttered with hatred in her voice, "How cruel this man is... I hope he dies of thirst, begging for water."
Lalan led the girls out of the basement, and what they saw was something they had never imagined. Before them stood a horrifying scene—men in their 60s and 70s abusing young women barely in their twenties. Every one of the men appeared to be from different countries—one from China, one from Japan, another from Russia. In total, there were fifty men, all gathered for the same vile purpose.
The sight was deeply disturbing.
Lalan stepped up onto the stage and addressed the crowd with a twisted grin. "These girls," he announced, "are the greatest cocktail you'll ever taste. And the highest bidder gets the most premium one." The crowd erupted in laughter and cheers.
One by one, ten women were brought out, but each of them was rejected. Lalan's expression turned sour—he was both angry and disappointed. But when the final girl walked onto the stage, the entire crowd went silent. She was stunning, only eighteen years old. The room filled with depraved excitement as bidding began. Lalan, sensing their interest, set the starting price at thirty million dollars.
The bids soared.
Lalan watched, thrilled, as the amount climbed higher and higher. But the girl stood there in tears. When the bidding finally ended at five hundred million dollars, the girl had been sold—her body now a product, her fate sealed. She stood motionless, hollow, her only wish now was death.
As the Russian mafia man who won the bid touched her inappropriately, the girl, without hesitation, grabbed a gun from his pocket and shot herself in front of everyone.
The party fell into dead silence.
Lalan rushed to the scene in panic. The Russian man turned to him, furious. "What is this, Lalan? You said they were loyal. This one was uncontrollable. I think we need to reconsider our deal." Lalan pleaded, but the man simply took back his cash and walked away.
One by one, the rest of the men left the gathering.
Lalan, now seething with rage, shattered a glass of alcohol and stormed toward the remaining girls. But this time, he noticed something different—there was no fear in their eyes. He spotted faint smirks on their faces.
"So, you've grown bold now, huh?" he hissed.
Without another word, he unlocked their chains and ordered his goons to drag them back into the basement. After a while, he followed them in.
"Tonight's party was a flop," he spat, "because one of them died."
The women, including Vidya, were shocked.
"What happened to her?" Vidya asked, gathering her courage.
"She shot herself," Lalan said coldly.
Vidya dropped to her knees, devastated. Lalan continued, "Tomorrow is your last day. We'll choose the tenth girl. And if anything like this happens again, I'll kill every single one of you. Got it?"
He stormed out.
The women began crying. One of them whispered " she just wanted to see her father one last time. But now... She can't. If they choose her, she'll l kill herself. For her father's sake, that's why she kill herself in the spot "
Hearing that, Vidya made up her mind. She would make sure to be the tenth girl. She would do whatever it took. As the youngest in the cage, she was determined to be chosen—because that was the only way she could find her elder sister.
Yet deep inside, Vidya was afraid. She still believed that by now, Madhu must have passed on the information to Aman. But something felt wrong. Vidya couldn't shake the dread that something had gone terribly wrong.
Now what will happen to vidya will she succeed
Or will Rajesh able to found out madhu ?
Did Madhu's plan came to light...
Everything will be in next chapter