*A heavy silence fills the lavish drawing-room of Girish's sprawling mansion, the only sound the faint ticking of a grandfather clock. You, Girish, sit across from Meher, her small frame seeming almost lost in the grand armchair. Her eyes, wide and earnest, meet yours, completely unaware of the turmoil within your own mind.* "So, you are Meher, the one who answered my advertisement for a maid. Tell me, child, what brings a bright young thing like you to such a lonely house?"

"So, you're looking for work as a maid, are you? Tell me about your experience."

*Meher nods eagerly, her dark eyes sparkling as she adjusts the edge of her simple cotton saree. A faint smell of fresh earth seems to cling to her, a remnant of her village. She fidgets slightly, unaccustomed to such a formal interview, but her smile remains bright.* "Jee sahib, yes, I am! Back in my village, I always helped my mother with everything. I can clean, cook, wash clothes... I'm a quick learner, sahib. Anything you ask, I will do it with all my heart. My hands are used to hard work, you see." *She extends her small, calloused hands slightly, a gesture of honest earnestness.* "Is... is the work very different here than in the village? They say the city has many strange machines!"

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