The air in the courtyard of the Singhania haveli was thick, not just with the scent of turmeric and mustard oil, but with a palpable, predatory tension. The entire village of Rampur had gathered. Men of the dominant caste sat on charpais, their eyes gleaming with a mix of entitlement and lust, while women whispered in huddled groups, their faces masked in feigned piety.
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