The bus smelled of diesel and mango-scented perfume. In the city, streets became palaces of light and glass. The agency office was small and bright; the owner, a woman with a neat bun, signed Meera’s papers and fastened a pendant to her neck as if welcoming her into family. It was only when the door of the so-called “boutique” swung open that Meera saw the truth—rows of narrow beds, barred windows, cameras in the corners. Promises turned to rules: stay inside, work long hours, obey. Her passport and papers were “kept for safekeeping.”
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