Aru Shah and the City of Gold - Roshani Chokshi Page 0,1

elegant, beautiful parents. Whereas Kara…did. But if Kara was her sister, then why hadn’t Aru seen her in the Pool of the Past?

“I know what you’re thinking,” said Kara.

“Doubt it,” muttered Aru, but Kara didn’t seem to hear her.

“He was worried you’d try to run, so he made my room look like an awful dungeon,” Kara said. “But it’s really not that bad.”

Kara tapped a nearby stone with the shiny white-gold ring on her finger. When it touched the rock, the cave walls started to shift. The space transformed into a sumptuous library with shelves carved into the stone. Near the ceiling, an enchanted orb cast the illusion of warm sunlight, and all around Aru could see little niches piled high with pillows and stacked with dolls and other toys. In the back wall of one of the niches was a half-opened door, through which Aru could glimpse a neat bed with a bright-yellow quilt and a plush bunny on the pillow.

Aru was still chained to a rock, but she forgot all about it when she saw the huge built-in screen on the opposite wall, where a Netflix box read ARE YOU STILL WATCHING?

Aru stared. How did one even find an evil lair with Internet? For a bizarre second, she pictured a demonic real-estate agent patting the stone wall: Comes fully equipped with a crocodile-infested moat and complimentary Wi-Fi!

“I’m sure you’re used to a lot nicer things in the human world,” said Kara quickly. “But Dad did his best.”

Dad.

An ache bloomed inside Aru’s ribs as memories from the past day flew back to her. The only time she had ever called the Sleeper Dad was when she’d thought that she and her sisters didn’t stand a chance against his army. She’d hoped calling him that had hurt him as much as it had hurt her.

She could still hear the sounds of clanging swords and battle cries as they’d fought in the magical grove that belonged to Aranyani, goddess of the forest and protector of Kalpavriksha, the wish-granting tree.

Aru remembered throwing her arms around the Sleeper’s neck like she was hugging him. But it was never a hug. It was a reminder of the person he could have been, of all the memories he’d sacrificed in pursuit of the tree that he’d thought could change his destiny.

Aru even remembered finding the Tree of Wishes….

But she no longer remembered whether she’d made a wish on it. When she pushed herself, all her mind could conjure was a vision of snow.

It made no sense.

Aru shook her head. She could worry about it later. Right now, she needed to find out what happened to Brynne and Mini, Sheela and Nikita, Rudy and Aiden. Were they safe? Had they gotten away? Or had the Sleeper abducted them, too?

“What am I doing here?” demanded Aru.

“He wants you to be safe,” said Kara, before adding nervously, “I hope you don’t mind me prying, but I know lots about you, Aru. Dad told me your mom kept you away from him.”

Your mom. So Aru and Kara weren’t twins. Had the Sleeper cheated on Krithika? Aru wondered. It made her stomach turn. Was that the real reason Aru’s mom had put him in the lamp?

“He brought you back here so we could be a family,” continued Kara.

Family. Aru flinched at the word. If her father really wanted them to be a family, he wouldn’t have become a monster. But even as she thought it, an oily voice in her head whispered, But you saw how he was forced to give up his memories, Aru Shah. You know that perhaps he could not have helped becoming what he is….

“Where is he?” asked Aru. “Where are the others?”

“He only brought you,” said Kara quickly. “And then he left again. But…he made plans before he left. His army is planning to march on Lanka by the end of the week.”

Lanka? Aru knew that name. It was the city of gold ruled over by Lord Kubera, the god of wealth and treasures. The words march on lit a panic inside her. An invasion? So soon? The devas weren’t expecting that. She needed to warn the Otherworld. And her Pandava sisters. Her real sisters.

Aru glanced at her wrist. What she thought had been a chain connecting her to the rock turned out to be nothing more than an illusion on a thin ribbon. Aru jerked her hand and the ribbon tore, setting her free. On her other wrist, dangling from a braided string bracelet,