In the dimly lit basement of a seedy bar on the outskirts of Delhi, the air was thick with cigarette smoke and the clack of billiard balls. Rocky had dragged his girlfriend, Tanya, here for what he called a "fun night out." Tanya, a stunning 25-year-old with long black hair, curves that turned heads, and a naive trust in her boyfriend, had no idea what was coming. Rocky, cocky as ever after a few pegs of whiskey, spotted a group of rough-looking men—four burly locals in their 30s, all leering at Tanya's tight jeans and low-cut top—playing pool at the corner table.

"Arre bhai, ek game khele? (Hey brother, want to play a game?)" Rocky challenged them, his ego inflated. The leader, a tattooed brute named Rajesh, smirked. "Kya stake hai? (What's the stake?)"