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"Please, mam! Don't misjudge us, we are not any hooligans or something. It's our condition like that. Someone had drugged my boss." Jackson responds to frightened Meera. 

Meera looks, Alexander and understands that His condition was not right when she first entered the car. Now she learns why Alexander's condition was unusual.

Meera stares at Alexander and speculates her situation and her brother who was in hospital need surgery as soon as possible otherwise.

She relaxes her mind or thinks about who will give her that enormous sum of money.

She glanced at Jackson and inquired, "how much?".

Meera didn't waste any second. As she uttered, her plump lips quivers and her feet were shaking. She squeezed the backpack in her grip and there was a melody voice coming from her inner mind which states don't do this but others respond. It's the only path to take care of your brother. She shook her head for her coming emotion and glanced at Jackson to wait for him to reply to her.

"Huh" The Jackson starlet looked at her with immense eyes, scratching his head with confusion and didn't get what she was saying. 

Meera's mind and heart were playing with her emotions that what she was doing was not ethical, but she doesn't care about her character or image at this point. When God did not give her another choice to save her brother.

"I am asking how much money you can give me?" she declared again. 

She was uncertain what she was doing was right or inaccurate. But she perceives one thing at this moment. 

If something helps her accumulate money, she can do everything for that money.

"As much as you wish," Jackson responded.

He thought she did not consider him reliable. So Jackson took out a cheque from his suitcase, signed it, and extended that cheque towards Meera's sides.

So he could make her believe in him that what he was saying is true, that he can give her money, as much as she desires. If she helps him to take care of his boss for one night.

Meera blinked her large eyelashes and looked at a blank cheque in front of her eyes with a sign on it.

"Yes, I will help you" her cheek glowed crimson in ambush what she spoke but she held the check in her fist as if someone would snatch the check from her hands. Her brother had taken up her mind. Without blinking her eyes a moment, she looked at a cheque in her hand and said yes to the offer which Jackson had presented to her.

She learns it's all give and take relationship in life. No one could give something for free if he did not receive something in return. Nothing comes in the world without cost. And she is that cost for her brother's existence, her virtue, nobility and dignity, her respect. At this moment, she only thought about her brother.

Just like that, she sold herself to a foreigner.

Flashback Ends…..

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Next Morning, 

Meera wakes up with the louder...ringtone of the buzzer which was beside her counter.

She ends the ringing sound of the alarm by stretching her right palm towards the alarm clock on the table.

After that, Meera's delicate hand traced the fluffy blanket on her body. She squatted, and her head reached the headboard of the bedside.

Meera remembered she had not picked up a blanket when she was sleeping.

"It must be grandma doing," she said by separating the blanket from herself.

She stood from the bed, and her feet hit the cold floor. She made her path towards the bathroom to freshen up. So she could start her day.

After half an hour, she showed up in a white bathrobe, which naturally made her fair skin look whiter in this white garment.

Coming from the bathroom in a bathrobe.

Meera turned towards the dressing stand, which was just kept outside of the bathroom.

 She bent and picked up a hairdryer in her palm. She tilted towards the chair and rested on the armchair, which was beside the dressing stand.

She drains her hair with the hairdryer in one hand and the other is busy caressing her black, silky, and smooth hair. 

But her mind was reflecting on today's Rohan surgery.

She was reciting in her mind this surgery would help Rohan. Then her struggle and sacrifice would be helpful, and they are nothing in front of Rohan's health.

And her eyes travelled to the brushes around her collarbone. That reminds her repeatedly about the scene which happened two days ago.

Meera shuts her eyes, and her hands squeeze the hairdryer tightly. She wants to forget this part of her life.

 Meera realizes she can't ever alter the fact about how she traded her virtue. But now all she wishes is that Rohan may become well quickly. Then all matters will be okay with passing time.

Thinking about this, she gets ready.

 Today she wore a light creamy colour, Kurti. She paired it with black colour pencil jeans and a blue scarf in her hand. As she came out of her room holding a backpack.