Emma stood by her mother's grave, her heart heavy with grief. As the final words were spoken, she felt a comforting hand on her shoulder. Priya, her maid, whispered words of solace. "I will stay by your side and help manage your mother's business," Priya assured her.

Emma watched, bewildered, as the boutique transformed under Priya's supervision. The racks of clothing were replaced by tables and chairs. "What is happening here?" Emma demanded. "We're opening an Indian restaurant," Priya replied with a smile.

Priya moved her relatives into the house, their presence transforming the atmosphere. Emma felt out of place, her protests drowned out by Priya's reassurances. "You must help us settle in," Priya insisted. Slowly, Emma found herself performing chores, her objections met with Priya's unwavering gaze.

Priya ordered Emma to serve tea to the family. Emma, confused but compliant, obeyed. "You are our maid now," Priya declared. Emma's heart sank as she realized the extent of Priya's manipulation.

Emma found herself embracing her new role, her spirit subdued. "You were always meant to be a maid," Priya praised, as Emma nodded, her resistance eroded. "Now, massage my feet," Priya commanded, and Emma complied, her voice barely a whisper.

Emma, now fully integrated into the household, serves her new family, her identity reshaped by Priya's influence. Anjali, Priya's cousin, smiles as Emma brings her tea. "I'm next, maid," Anjali says, as Emma nods, her acceptance complete.