Arshita sat stiffly on the soft cream sofa, hands tucked in her lap.The cushion practically swallowed her-this was the fanciest piece of furniture she had ever sat on.

She tried not to stare... but her eyes wandered anyway.Huge chandelier.Sparkling vases.Paintings that looked too expensive to even breathe near.Apart from the quiet footsteps of house staff, there was no one around.