The sun was sharp that afternoon, heavy over the mud roofs and cracked courtyards of the small village, escaping the heat. The only sounds were the distant mooing of cattle and the rhythmic creak of ceiling fans echoing through quiet homes.

Lekha  wiped the sweat from her neck as she arranged the fresh sabzi on the old wooden thali. Her saree, plain but tight around her curves, without wearing blouse only a see through bra in red color , clung to her damp skin. The house was silent — her father , grandfather and uncle  had gone to the panchayat office in the next village. They wouldn't return till evening. And servants and maid had a day off