"Make sure everything goes according to the plan. Don't let it go wrong. Wherever she is, make sure someone is stalking her unnoticed. Is that clear?" Narendra Prasadh said to Rajesh."Yes sir! Everyone is ready. I have clearly instructed them.""Is it clear where she placed in Dharavi?""Yes! Even our people are already there.""Good. But don't make it flashy or even revealed. It might all fall apart. If she finds out that everything had been set, it's still better. What I'm worried about is... if the people find out that she's my daughter. Her safety could be in danger." There was still a hint of worry in Narendra Prasadh's words.He knew that placing Zoya in Dharavi was indeed a high risk, especially in terms of safety and security. However, he would not reverse the decision. His daughter needs to get some mental training before taking the CEO seat. In Dharavi her sensitivity would be honed. At least she was more concerned with the working class so that later she would not be arbit

"Is it still far, Anil?" asked Zoya continued to follow the footsteps of Anil, the taxi driver. To be honest, she was starting to feel stifled through the narrow, stuffy, and cramped alley. The smell of curry mingled with the smell of sewers, and the smell of burning plastic bothered her. She wanted to cover her nose but she didn't do it, afraid she would offend the people around. They looked relax. Their noses must had been immune to those smells."About two hundred meters, Miss!" Anil replied looking relaxed. He jumped over a small ditch that was clogged and the water was black. Water pipes were milling over it. Zoya jumped it too. Luckily, she wore low shoes so it didn't obstruct her steps.The alley turned to the right and seemed to be getting narrower. The deeper they walked into the Alley, the houses getting densely and there were many small alleys on both sides. Zoya tried to scan the place and marked it as she was sure, if the driver suddenly run away, she could get lost.She

Praveen had been going around looking for the address Auntie Neha gave him, but couldn't find it. From Morning till noon, he was still going around in Dharavi. He even asked people by handing a small piece of paper written by Auntie Neha, all of them shrugged and shook their heads.It was too hard to find. Too many nameless alleys. Too crowded houses, and too many misleading clues. And what annoyed him was many people he asked gave different answers. Some of them pointed to the north, some pointed to the south, and not a few pointed to the east.What a confused! He cursed himself. Did he have to look for the address in all directions?He was getting tired of walking down Dharavi without result. At noon he felt thirsty and hungry. He persisted not to have lunch. But keep looking for. His stomach was smarting to be filled. But he didn't care. If today the address he looking for was not found, he would inevitably return to the PN Shelter to stay overnight. It didn't really matter if stay

Raju took Praveen inside the Dharavi through a narrow and winding alley. Throughout the journey he was silent and looked around."It's your first time to Dharavi?" asked Raju."Yes. I'm from Chandrapur.""So you are same origin as Mr. Anand, right?""Yes.""What's your relationship with him?""Nothing. He's just my aunt's friend.""Oh, I thought you are his family from the village."Praveen didn't answer. He continued to follow Raju's steps. Fifteen minutes walking down the narrow alley, they finally arrived.The atmosphere seemed busy in the house that as well as the clothes factory. The house was two floor. Downstairs was production area. Ten people seemed busy working. Some of them were sewing, some other cutting clothes similar to jeans. They just followed the pattern. All seemed to be skilled with the job.Praveen was still standing at the entrance. Raju had returned to his work right away. Praveen was left alone outside without being told to come in.But not long after, a rathe

At 7 am Praveen had started work. He received brief training from Uncle Anand using a sewing machine and sewing pieces of jeans. In a moment, he understood and started sewing. It's not difficult because he just followed the pattern. The material of the pants had been cut.The stocky man repeatedly reminded him to be careful, there was no need to hurry because he wasn't as skilled as the others. Praveen understood that if he were wrong he would have to untie the seams and do it again.He slept curled up all night because the room was small and occupied by 7 people, making him sore that morning. Yes, the workers sleep upstairs. You can imagine a room measuring 3 by 3 meters filled with 7 people. Just like Sardines. Much better at PN Shelter. But he had no other choice. Luckily 3 other workers lived not far away, otherwise 10 people would be more crowded.By 10 am he was getting bored. Only this time he worked just sitting behind the sewing machine, not moving much. Do sewing. Finish one