The Singh mansion blazed with light and music that night. Vikrant's father, the powerful minister, had just won another key alliance in the assembly. The victory called for a grand jashan— politicians, businessmen, local musclemen, all gathered in the sprawling garden and living room. Fairy lights twinkled in the trees, a live ghazal band played on the lawn, and the air carried the scent of expensive whisky, kebabs, and marigold garlands.

Gauri moved through the crowd like a secret.