"You look lonely, Madam," Ramesh said one Tuesday morning, placing the tray down with a heavy thud. "A beautiful woman like you shouldn't be alone."
He walked away, humiliated and jobless, realizing that the title he carried so proudly—"Tharki Naukar"—had cost him everything.
That Saturday evening, a storm rolled into the city. The power flickered. Ramesh saw this as the perfect cinematic setting for his plan. He wore a strong, cheap cologne and knocked on her bedroom door around 10 PM.