"Please... please.. please God..I won't ask you anything..in my entire life..but please help me to grab this job..it is my last hope.."I kept chanting the same mantra since I entered in the

RAAS Heritage Hotel.My mind spinned glancing at the magnificent architecture and lusture of

the building.

I saw numberless butlers serving the people from higher class making their way inside and outside of the hotel.It is definitely not the place for people from the class I belong.

With shaking footsteps,I stepped inside centre hall .My body started releasing sweat in the freezy atmosphere when I saw the luxuries , magnification in every corner where my eyes could travel.

I felt my lungs short of air,the atmosphere was giving me a churn in my stomach,I had never been this nervous before but the circumstances led me here.Suddenly my eyes fell on the huge glass wall ,which was reflecting my image.

I felt like a useless object or a cursed soul,who accidentally sneaked in God's heavenly garden.My sub conscious mind warned me to ran outside or else this place might swallow me in its effulgence.

"Sanyukta...calm down..you need it,more than you,your family need it.. think about them... you're here for them..for your sick mother and your young brother,who deserve a normal childhood..."I thought and took a deep breath before approaching the receptionist.

"Hello,I am Sanyukta Agrawal,I have an appointment for interview.."I said to the girl in her mid twenties,most probably of my age but our personalities were poles apart.

She had long wavy hairs tied in a high pony tail,with thick black rimmed glasses on her pointed nose.Her lips were colored with blood red gloss and most importantly her attire,I couldn't stand in front of a mere receptionist!

And me,dressed up in a simple cotton fushiya kurti patiyala ,the best dress I had in my wardrobe .My hairs were cascading down til my waist with a thin strock of kohl and pink lip gloss.I was not looking less than a chipmunk.

"Give me a min.."she replied in her trained style.

"Hello Sir,Ms. Sanyukta Agrawal is here for the interview..yeah..I am sending her..in.."she put the intercom back and them looked at me.

"Mr. Chauhan called you in his cabin,go to this way,the last room in the right corridor..."she told me and resumed her work.

I made my way in that direction,with my heart thumping on dangerous pace.It was a do or die situation for me.My mother's führer treatment depends on the money I will get by this job.Being an undergraduate,I cannot apply for a notable job with hefty amount.

Reaching in the corridor, I looked around me,there were nearly thirty women sitting waiting for their turn.I clutched my file and squatted on a vacant seat.I knew it will take a long time for my turn to come.I glanced at my wrist watch anxiously,more delay meant my mother would be alone at home,there was no one to look after her moreover she was too weak

to even walk .

My step father and not so caring husband , don't spare even a sympathetic look at her .He always regarded my mother only as a source to satisfy his sexual needs and a caretaker to his son..and my step brother,well...he hardly interact

with us.

My head tilted hearing the cracking sound of the door.A girl came out with an amused smile on her face.I suddenly became self conscious as she tapped her glazing black pencil heals on the marble floor.She was a very tall and beautiful woman,who had the charm to attract the person ,who looks at her.

"No. 31.. Sanyukta Agrawal...it's your turn.. now .. please come inside.."she said in her same repeated manner.

My heart started thumbing again as I stood up trying my best to look confident like other women but I knew my face won't cooperate with my mind.The women glanced at me with a frown but I chose to ignore her . Taking a deep breath I gently pushed the glass door and stepped inside the room.

There was the man sitting on a brown leather chair crossing his legs.He was in his late forties .His expressions were deadly.

I timidly sat on the opposite chair and kept my file on the wooden desk.He quickly grabbed it and started reading it .His face was devoid of any emotion.

I was fiddling with my gold chain,my father had gifted on my twelfth birthday.After five minutes or more,he kept the file back on the table and cleared his throat.My heart was pounding maniacally in the ribcage.

"So..why do you need this job..are you that poor...?"he asked me giving me a weird look.

"Sorry..Sir.."I looked at him in confusion.

"I said..you are very poor.."he repeated again in his rich sulky voice.

I felt humiliated.Yes I am poor,actually very poor to look after a sick mother and a young brother but when someone remind you of it in q derogatory manner,it hurt your self respect which a poor or a rich

has the same.

"So why do you need the job of a waitress when you are still studying..you should focus on your career,you might get good job later in the future.."he asked me.

"Sir..my mother is suffering from heart decease.I need money for her treatment as well as for my younger brother's alimentation.."I answered as politely as I could suppressing my anger because he was ripping off

my poverty .

"Ms. Agrawal..our terms doesn't allow us to hire an unprofessional or not highly educated person but as far as your financial and personal crisis is concerning,it reminded me of my own past when I was in the same situation as you .,I will think about it..just give me some time..I will mail you my decision soon..."he said .

"Thank you so much sir for giving

me a chance.."I said with a gratified smile.

"You may leave now Ms. Agrawal.."he politely said and fixed his eyes on the monitor screen.

With a smile on my face,I left the hotel hoping best for my family's future which meant everything to me.

When I arrived at home,surprisingly my Dad was sitting in the living room reading the news paper.I silently went to kitchen to fetch water for him before he may shower me with his cruel beating.

"Dad...you are so early at home...?"I asked him forwarding a glass of

water to him.

"Our neighbor Mr. Sharma called me telling me of your useless mother's worsening condition.."his eyes became dangerously red while conversing those dreadful lines.

"Mom...what.. happened to her.."I cried closing my mouth with my palm.

"She is alive unfortunately.."he huffed in disgust."She had not taken her medicines which resulted into a disaster for me.But you tell me..where the hell you were.. leaving behind that cursed mother of yours.."he greeted his teeth and next second for hold of my arms jerking me fiercely.

"I..I..ahh.."I winced as his nails dug in my soft skin."I went for a job interview.."I breathed out.

"Job interview.. interesting.."his grip loosened on my arms.It pained but my body is habitual to such assaults.

"What kind of job they are offering you..?"he asked me again what I didn't want to disclose to him at least.

"Dad...a..a...waitress at Hotel RAAS.."I timidly answered anticipating a harsh slap on my face.

"Waitress..you..bi**h..only this thing is left..how I am gonna tell the world..that my so called daughter is a waitress.Am I an impotent,who can't look after my wife's kids..whom I got in dowry..great.."he laughed sparing murderous looks at me.

"But I need this job Dad..they are paying 25000 ₹ ,enough to look after Mom's treatment and Sumit 's schooling.."I literally begged in front of him in a slight hope that he might allow to let me work.

"No means no..go and get another job or else go and sell yourself,I won't mind it at all.."he said.

"I will do this job..if you are okay with it or not..I can't let my mother and brother suffer for the sake of a father who doesn't even bother about our existence..."wiping my tears off,I snapped at him probably first time in seven years of a prisoner life.

"How dare you to go against my will..wait let me remind you of your place here.."saying this he unbuckled his belt and started hitting me with the leather , calling me with really bad names until he found me all

black and blue.

I am used to it.Everytime Dad become angry,he beats me or would be very harsh on my mother in the bed.This is his way to calm down himself.

.Every ounce of my body was burning due to the wounds .I cried and cried and didn't realise when my eyes gave up on the cold floor.