Shivay pov.

　　"Arpita, I want us to get a servant, don't you think Shivay's work in this house is becoming too much?" I heard my father telling my stepmother.

　　"What are you saying?, a servant?, when we have four grown-up sons in the house, and what's special about the work Shivay is doing in this house? isn't that what his mother said she'd be doing when you brought her home?" I heard my stepmother's angry voice.

　　"I know, but his mother is late now, stop taking revenge on this innocent soul" father said calmly.

　　"Oh so you're calling me a wicked person now, it's not your fault, have you forgotten I took care your son?, I nurtured him from birth till now that he's of age, instead of you to appreciate, you're calling me a wicked soul" my stepmother said angrily.

　　It shows in her voice that she's angry.

　　"No Arpita that wasn't what I meant, am just saying we should be mindful of the kind of work Shivay will be doing" father replied.

　　"He's just doing what his late mother was supposed to be doing, have you forgotten she promised she and her children will serve me and my sons with all their strength till their last breath?"

　　"She couldn't serve me because she died immediately she put to bed, so since Shivay survived he should do what his mother couldn't wait to do and whereas he's the last child in this house, anything he does is his duty, or do you want his elder brothers to be serving him?" She asked furiously.

　　"I know his mother promised to serve you and she couldn't that's why I brought up the idea of getting a servant, I will be talking to a friend of mine to get one for us" father said.

　　"I don't care about that, Shivay will serve my children, and me till we wish to let him live his own life" mother replied nonchalantly.

　　"SHIVAY!!" she shouted my name.

　　I ran far away from where I stood eavesdropping behind the door.

　　"SHIVAY!!!" she shouted again, and I ran back inside.

　　I went on my knees immediately I entered, I must not stand while she or her children are talking to me.

　　She rolled her eyes on me angrily and hissed.

　　"Your brothers are coming home soon and they're coming with their ladies friends, so now you will go to their room, clean it and prepare the meal they will serve them, and I hope you remember that anytime the ladies arrive, you're not supposed to stand while talking to them?" she asked.

　　"Yes mother" I reply.

　　"Arpita, he will clean their rooms, prepare their meals but please don't make him knee for them" father said.

　　"Suraj, you're not making him see me as a wickedly stepmother now, are you?, what's wrong in what I'm doing?, and you too, you're seeing me as wicked stepmother right?, am I wicked?" she asked.

　　"No, mother, you're a nice person" I replied.

　　"I'd better be because I'm not wicked, the wicked woman is your mother, who married someone else's husband and dare leave her son for me to take care of, did you know what went through while you was still a baby and what I'm going through now, all because of your wicked mother?" she asked angrily.

　　"You can go Shivay" father said and I left the room.

　　Is my mother really wicked?. No she's not, she doesn't wish to die like that too.

　　And my stepmother isn't wicked too, at least she took care of me she doesn't kill me when I was a baby, she's just jealous someone else's child will have a share in her husband's property.

　　I wish to be free one day because I'm nothing but a slave not even a servant in this house.

　　I was forced to know the difference between a birth and a stepmother since I was 10 years old because that was when I became the slave for my stepmother and my stepbrothers. Raja is the oldest, he's 28 years old, Ishann is the second child, he's 25 years old and Aruj the younger one is 23 years old, they all love women so much, they bring different women home, their mother will say they took after father because if not that he loves women too, he wouldn't have married my mother.

　　My father is rich, he's one of the most delectable personnel in our village if he wants more than twenty servants, he would get them easily, but since the commander has spoken nothing can change it.

　　I just want to be free.

　　Princess Lily pov.

　　"My princess, the king wants to see you in the palace" one of the palace guards said.

　　"Tell him, I said I can't come" I replied without standing up from the spot I sat.

　　"He said we should come together" he said and I stood up.

　　"Move aside or did you want to carry me?, lowlife human being" I said and pushed him out of the way.

　　"Father you called for me" I said.

　　"Yes, I called for you because your suitor from a nearby village is coming tomorrow so be prepared" he said.

　　"Father, I don't want a suitor, do what I want for me, I'm too young to be planning marriage" I said.

　　"They said it's good to make hay when the sun shines, you're getting married whether you like it or not, do you want the throne to be empty after my demise?" he asked.

　　"Father, nothing will happen to you, I want to make hay when the sun shines that's why I made that decision, please father it's not too late" I said.

　　"Princess, go to your room and prepare for your guest that's coming tomorrow" he said with superiority, I bowed and went to my room.

　　I sat on my bed and cried bitterly, why does it have to be this way?.

　　I won't get married until my father do what I want.

　　Kasol village.

　　Princess Alisha.

　　I and three of the palace guards along with three slaves are walking and cracking jokes on a thin forest, I heard a sound, like someone or something is running towards us.

　　"Did you hear that sound?" I asked them.

　　"Yes my lord" they said and the guards pointed their guns at the directions.

　　A young lady ran out of the forest breathing heavily.

　　"Please help me" she said trying to catch her breath.

　　"Who are you, what do you want?" one of the guards asked and pointed his gun at her.

　　"Please don't hurt me, I'm harmless, I just need a roof on my head" she said and went on her knees.

　　"You need a roof on your head, how does that concern us, don't you have a destination?" the second guard asked.

　　"Please have mercy on me, my princess I don't mind being one of your slaves" she said and held my leg.

　　"Take that dirty thing off her now, how did you even know she's a princess, are you a spy or what?" the first guard asked.

　　"I'm not a spy, I'm just a helpless girl looking for a roof on my head, and I know she's a princess because of the saree

Indian traditional attire

, she wore" she replied.

　　"She's lying, let's go, my princess, you know we snuck out, if his highness finds out that will be a huge problem" the second guard said.

　　"Wait, let me talk to her" I said and bent to the lady's level.

　　"Young lady, I will help you, but how sure am I that you're not a spy? what's your name, where are you coming from and where were you going before you met us?" I asked with a smile.

　　"I have no destination, I will tell you my name, my village, and everything you need to know about me when it remains you and me" she said and the guard gasped.

　　"Let's go my princess, she doesn't need help" one of the slaves said.

　　I want palak to talk, why is he quiet?.

　　But do I need to help this lady?

　　My father mustn't know I snuck out of the house, I will be in big trouble.

　　This mysterious girl refused to reveal her identity, should I help her or leave her?.