The freezing winter night grew even darker and the biting cold made the village lanes completely empty. Veer left his grand Haveli after his brothers went to sleep. He walked to the private garage at the back of the estate and started his large black car. The engine made a low heavy rumble that cut through the silent night. He did not take his driver or his security guards because he wanted to move like a shadow in the dark.

He drove slowly down the bumpy dirt paths with his headlights dim. He turned onto the dark forbidden road at the edge of the territory where the red-light houses stood. The old wooden buildings had dim red paper lamps hanging from the balconies and the sound of distant laughter and music echoed in the cold air.