The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the ornate chandelier hanging above the ornate fireplace. The plush couch I was lounging on groaned in protest as I shifted my position, my eyes never leaving the page of the book I was engrossed in.
The sound of the door opening made me look up, and I watched as my older brother Raj walked in, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He was dressed in a tailored suit, the kind that screamed of wealth and power. He took a sip of his drink, his eyes roaming over the room before settling on me.
"You know, Sahara, you're the only woman in this house who hasn't fallen at my feet," he said, a crude smile on his face.
I rolled my eyes, going back to my book. "I'm not surprised. You're not exactly my type."
Raj chuckled, walking over to me. "You know, I could pay for your services. I'm sure you'd enjoy it."
I snorted, not even bothering to look up. "I'm not a prostitute, Raj. And even if I was, I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole."
He smirked, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Well, I have a better idea. I'll sell you 'outside' for 200 rupees to 100 people. Each one gets a turn with you."
I raised an eyebrow, looking at him in disbelief. "You're joking, right?"
He shook his head, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "No, I'm serious. It's a business opportunity, Sahara. Think about it. You could make a lot of money."
I scoffed, standing up. "I'm not a prostitute, Raj. I'm not going to sell my body for money."
He shrugged, taking another sip of his whiskey. "Suit yourself. But if you don't, you'll have to find another way to support yourself."
I glared at him, my hands clenching into fists. "I'm not your property to sell, Raj. I'm a person, not a commodity."
He chuckled, finishing his drink. "You've always been stubborn, Sahara. But I'm sure there are plenty of people who would be willing to pay for your services."
I stormed out of the room, muttering under my breath about how infuriating my brother could be. But as I walked away, I couldn't help but wonder if there was a way I could turn this situation to my advantage. I was a strong, controlling woman, and I wasn't going to let Raj dictate my life. I was going to take matters into my own hands.
As I walked away, I could feel the fire of determination burning within me. I was going to make this work, one way or another. I was going to show Raj that I was more than just a pawn in his game. I was going to come out on top, no matter what.
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