Sarah Paul — a talented writer with big dreams but an ordinary life — stared at the dim glow of her phone.
Her first book on Kindle had done… alright. Just enough to buy a monthly recharge, not enough to buy freedom.
She didn't want pocket money anymore.
She wanted recognition.
She wanted to be known — the kind of author who could earn a fortune and help other writers rise with her.
But her world wasn't that kind. Her stepmother, a woman who measured worth by control, kept Sarah's every rupee on a leash. Even her happiness came with permission.
That night, frustration pressed on her chest like a weight.
She opened her laptop just to breathe — maybe write something new — when a WhatsApp notification popped up.
> "Ms. Sarah, we're delighted to inform you that you've been selected to work in our company with a monthly salary of $500. Kindly visit our office tomorrow to discuss your role. Congratulations, and see you soon."
Sarah froze. Then the tears came.
It couldn't be real — but it felt real enough to hope.
"God… is this finally it?" she whispered, clutching her chest.
She set her alarm for 5 AM, pulled open her cupboard, and searched for something decent — something that said 'I belong in that office.'
After a long sigh, she found it: a light brown business dress and her favorite overcoat. She placed her makeup neatly on the table, ready for morning.
Tomorrow wasn't just another day.
Tomorrow was the day her life might finally change.