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Author's POV

The man was none other than Raghuvanshi, the one secretly involved in the despicable trade of selling innocent children and young girls to other countries. However, he was unaware that a month ago, the King of Rajasthan, Mr. Raghav, had discovered his warehouses and hiding places. Raghuvanshi used these places to lay low after his vile deeds and to indulge himself with the money he earned from selling innocent lives.

After he told Siya how she ended up there, it took her some time to process his words and come to terms with the betrayal by her own brother. She knew her father and brother never loved her, but she never imagined they would do something like this to her in her entire life.

Siya's pov

"Mai har nyi maan sakti mujhe yaha se bahar niklna hoga",( "I can't lose every time; I have to get out of here.") I said to myself and tried to stand when a small 10 year old girl held my lehenga and pulled me down. Only then did I see how many girls were already there in this hell of that bastard.

Fear and despair filled the dimly lit room. The girl, with eyes full of tears and desperation, looked up at me, silently pleading. Around us, there were more girls, each with the same haunted look. Some were huddled in corners, others sitting numbly on the floor. The reality of the situation hit me like a punch to the gut. This was not just about my escape anymore; it was about all of us. My heart pounded as I realized the enormity of what lay ahead. We needed to get out, but how? The weight of their silent cries bore down on me, strengthening my resolve. We had to find a way out of this nightmare, together.

"Aap yaha kabse ho?" ( From when you are here )I sat in front of that girl and asked gently.

"Pata nahi di," ( don't know sister)she replied, tears starting to flow from her eyes.

"Kya hua bachha, roye na. Hum pakka yaha se bahar jayega... jaana please,"( "What happened, child? Don't cry. We'll definitely get out of here... please, let's go.") I said to her as she cried, trying to soothe her.

I reached out and held her small, trembling hand. Her tears mirrored the silent agony of every girl in the room. Determined, I knew I had to be strong for all of them. "Hum sab milke yaha se nikal sakte hain," ( we will leave together this place bachha )I whispered, hoping to instill some hope in her. The weight of the situation was crushing, but it also fueled my resolve. We would find a way out, no matter what it took.

I got up and started searching for routes to escape this hellhole and to help them get free too. But I couldn't find even a small door. There was a faint orange light that flickered unreliably. For over an hour, I searched relentlessly, exploring every possible route. This wasn't just a simple wall; it was something else, something different. There were countless small corridors, and I scoured every inch, but found no sign of a door or any kind of exit.

Finally, just when I was about to give up and return to the girls, I stumbled upon a room with a small window. The window was just large enough to see the bright, shining moon outside, but nothing more. Even through the window, I couldn't figure out where we were. He had even taken my phone. "Kutta kahi ka," I muttered in frustration.

I stood near the window for a few minutes, contemplating. I thought it would be a good idea to bring the other girls here, at least so they could get some fresh air. As I was about to turn away, I noticed a staircase right next to me. Deciding to climb it, since there was no other source of light besides the moon's glow, I let the shining moon guide my steps.

At the top of the stairs, I realized this place was no ordinary structure. It was an underground dungeon, designed so meticulously that no one would easily discover it.

I came downstairs and carefully ushered all of them into the room, which thankfully had enough space for everyone to sit comfortably. After settling them in, I stood near the window, gazing out at the moon. It was the most beautiful thing I had seen in a while.

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Chand , mera raajdar .

Mai dukhi huyi to Chand se kaha , mai kush huyi to Chand ko btaya , mai royi to sirf Chand ke samne . Chand meri puri jindgi hai , isa ek Chand ko mera har dukh har gum har khushi sab pta hai mai khudse Jo chupaya vo bhi isse btaya hai .

Na jaane kiu par duniya meh sabse jyada bharosa Maine bss isoe hi Kiya hai .

(The moon, my confidant.

When I was sad, I told the moon; when I was happy, I shared it with the moon; when I cried, it was only in front of the moon. The moon is my whole life. This one moon knows all my sorrows, every grief, every joy. Even what I hid from myself, I told the moon.

I don't know why, but in this world, I have trusted the moon more than anyone else.)

As I was in my thoughts, I remembered his words that the Mr. unknown is none other than Hukum sa of Rajasthan."

Hum nyi jante vo sach kahe Raha tha ya jhut ,hum bss itna jante h ki hum Chand ki tarh nyi prr thoda barso karte hai unpe .

Or Hume pura vishwas hai agar is rajasthan ke hukum vo hai to yaha itni ghhinoni harkat ho rahi ho or unhe na pta ho Aisa ho to nyi sakta.

(I don't know whether he was telling the truth or lying, but I do know that, like the moon, I trust him a little.

And I am completely confident that if he is the ruler of Rajasthan, then such heinous acts happening here without his knowledge are impossible.)

"Bacha lenge na aap Mr. Unknown,"( "You will save us, won't you, Mr. Unknown?") I whispered, looking at the moon.Lost in my thoughts, I was approached by the same girl who had cried beside me earlier.

"Di aap is Chand ko kiu dekh Rahi hai "( "Sister, why are you looking at this moon?")

She asked me in the most innocent way that I felt a pinch in my heart seeing a cute girl like her in this hell .

In that moment, I found myself whispering, "Sayd jinhe hum dekhna chahte hai vo bhi Chand ko dekh rahe ho,"("Maybe the one I want to see is also looking at the moon.") and it took me by surprise. The words just slipped out without any forethought. I couldn't quite understand why I said it, but it felt like a profound realization resonating from deep within my heart. It was as if my heart was trying to tell me, "Ha, isiliye to," making sense of an unspoken connection that I couldn't fully grasp but could undeniably feel.

I sat down, gently pulling her onto my lap, cradling her as she slowly drifted into sleep. Whispering soothing words, I assured her that we would escape this hell soon. Holding her close, I felt a mixture of determination and tenderness, promising myself that I would do whatever it takes to bring us to a better place.

Raghav's pov

As I drove through the quiet night, something unusual happened. My eyes kept drifting towards the moon, almost as if it was calling out to me. There was a strange pull, an unexplainable attraction that I couldn't ignore. It felt like the moon was watching me, trying to convey a message I couldn't quite grasp.

Normally, I never paid much attention to the sky, the moon, or nature. They were just part of the backdrop to my busy life. Tonight was different. Tonight, it felt like my time, my moment to connect with something bigger than myself. For the first time, I felt an urge to spend time alone with the night sky, to let the moon speak its silent, mysterious language to me.

As I reached the grand villa where Veer and half of my team were already present, the atmosphere seemed tense. I parked the car and stepped out, the cool night air brushing against my skin.

The moment I opened the door, all the guards, including Veer, immediately lined up in front of me, their heads bowed in a show of respect and deference. Before I could even begin to instruct them, Veer spoke up, his voice steady and respectful.

"Hukum vo, humare aane se pehle hi bhagg gaya hai. Humne uske baaki saare jagahon pe check kiya, na vo mila, na koi aur," ("Commander, he has already fled before we arrived. We checked all his other places, but neither he nor anyone else was found.")Veer said to me, confirming what I had already suspected.

"Villa check kiya?" I asked him, my gut telling me that the girls were still here. That Raghuvanshi had no other place to hide them but this.

"Ji hukum, kuchh nahi mila," Veer replied, still bowing.

"Get back to work, boys. Vo sab yahi hai, dubara check kijiye. Aasmaan mein ho ya patal lok mein, hume vo saari ladkiyan sahi salamat chahiye,"("Get back to work, boys. He's somewhere here, check again. Whether in the heavens or in the depths of the earth, we need all those girls safe and sound.") I ordered them. As soon as I finished, they all sprang into action, resuming their search with renewed determination. Veer stayed behind, concern etched on his face.

"Hukum, aapko mahel vapas jana chahiye. Hum dhoondenge unhe, ye jagah aapke liye surakshit nahi hai,"("Commander, you should go back to the palace. We will find them. This place is not safe for you.") Veer urged, his voice filled with worry.

"Surakshit to ye un masum ladkiyo ke liye bhi nahi hai na, Veer," ( "This place isn't safe even for those innocent girls, isn't it, Veer?")I said, determined, and stepped into the villa.

As I entered, I saw my team members diligently searching every nook and cranny. Some were looking under carpets, while others were tapping on the walls, trying to find hidden passages. The sense of urgency was palpable; everyone knew the stakes were high.

When my eyes fell on a carpet under a table that seemed out of place, I sensed something hidden beneath it. "Remove that carpet," I ordered, and as it was pulled back, an underground dungeon was revealed. Determined, I tried to open it myself, but suddenly, guards swarmed in from outside, guns blazing.

My team was quick to react, and in minutes, they neutralized the threat. The lifeless bodies of 30 to 40 of that bastard's guards lay strewn across the floor. Veer remained at the forefront, always vigilant, protecting me from any harm.

With the situation under control, I opened the dungeon door. Darkness greeted me, but I could see stairs leading down. I descended slowly, my steps echoing in the silence. What I saw at the bottom was nothing short of hell.

The girls were in a horrific state beyond words. It was far worse than anything I could have imagined. Anger surged through me, and I vowed to deliver the most brutal punishment imaginable to him.

As I descended the stairs, Veer at my side, my eyes locked onto her-the same girl. She looked up at me, standing on her feet despite her obvious suffering, holding a small girl in her arms. The sight pierced through me, stirring a mix of compassion and fury.

"Aap hukum hai?" ( You are the king) She asked, her voice heavy with emotion.

"Ji," ( yes )I replied softly, feeling the weight of responsibility in her gaze. The next moment, tears streamed down her cheeks.

A sudden urge to comfort her overwhelmed me, yet I found myself unable to move, as if frozen in place. Her tears spoke volumes, stirring a mix of empathy and determination within me.

In the next moment, she composed herself and gently handed the girl to Veer. Her voice, though still heavy with emotion, carried a sense of resolve as she instructed us to go upstairs and wait. She assured us that she would send the girls up one by one.

I understood her concern immediately. Some of the girls were in such dire condition that it was crucial to handle the situation delicately. I nodded in agreement, respecting her decision to prioritize their comfort and well-being above all else.

I and Veer returned upstairs and waited as she slowly sent each girl up the stairs. It was clear that the climb was difficult for some of them due to their weakened state. Veer quickly departed to arrange for all the girls to be taken to the hospital by ambulance, leaving just the two of us.

As she reached the end of the stairs, I assumed she would come up on her own. I began to turn away when she called out, "Mr. Unknown..."

I went near her, recognizing the nickname she used from this evening. She reached out her hands for help.

"Why should I help you, chhori?( Girl) Why should I help you, chhori?" I asked, recalling her words from earlier.

"Because, I am bachi na, hukum sa,"( "Because, I am a child, aren't I) she replied in a pleading tone, her eyes wide with vulnerability. I couldn't help but notice her slight frame as she stood there, needing assistance.

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