Sarat lived as a slave for prince Babur. She was one of his personal slaves. Prince Babur's father was gravely ill. Babur was training to become the new ruler of India. Sarat was a thirteen year old girl who lived in India and worked as a slave. She looks different from the other girls she worked with. Her father was caucasian, and her mother Indian. So her skin was a lighter shade of brown that the other girls. Her hair was also more of a blondish brown than her mother’s black hair. Her parents sold her when her father lost his job. She was in the kitchen when a group of guards came rushing in.
“ He….Babur...n-new...r-ruler,” The first one stammered. All the girls stopped and even dropped a plate, but everyone was in too much shock to yell at her.
“ When?” asked, lead woman. Everyone finally unfroze and a couple girls started to clean up the broken plate. Sarat walked up to the youngest guard Aarav.
“ So what's the plan?” She asked, Aarav was helping her escape. Aarav showed no emotion on his face but turned his head when she tapped his foot with hers.
“ Meet me at the spot,” he told her, a smile slipping on his face.
Sarat knew exactly what he ment, they had a spot under the stairs in the storage closet. Aarav was Sarats only friend and she was thankful he was helping her escape.