Khushi P.O.V.

Hearing the Azan, I woke up and entered the washroom. After finishing my business, I made wudhu and put my scarf properly on my head and started praying.

After my Namaj, I started reciting Quran. After 2 hours, I went to kitchen to make breakfast for my aunty, uncle and their daughter Maya...

While making breakfast, I was thinking about my life how everything had changed. It has been 18 years since I lost my parents, my happiness, my only family...

Uncle found me near a road and took me to his house and gave me his name... Though they brought me to their house, they hated me dearly. I don't know why…??

"Hasn't your cooking done yet?" asked my aunty angrily from behind.

"Just give me five more minutes' aunty. I will set the table."

"What did you call me?" saying she slapped me hard on my cheek and said, "Call me mam. You are just a maid of this house. Don't forget that", saying this she went out...

Though my cheek started burning, I quickly finished cooking and set the table and went to my room because I was not allowed to eat with them. I always eat what they left after their eating.

Entering my room, I went to my table and took my parents' photo and started crying. Please save me, Baba

Father

. Please save me, Ma

Mother

. I am breaking down. Please help me...