Dressed in an elegant peacock-blue salwar suit, the girl stood with her palms folded, her head bowed in reverence to her favourite deity. As she gently said the prayer that she knew so well, her kohl lined eyelashes fluttered rhythmically with each murmur. She was in her mid twenties and had recently secured her dream job. Life was good and she lived in the hope that it could only get better.
From across the inner sanctum of the temple, a slightly aged-lady carefully eyed the girl. A sly, yet cautious smile flitted over her lips, as she scrutinised the young woman from head to toe. Yes, she would do nicely. Making a minor adjustment to her shimmering yellow and purple sari, the aged-lady slowly made her way towards the young woman.