The dim fluorescent lights buzzed overhead in the grimy lock-up of the old Delhi police station, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls stained with years of neglect. Aisha, a stunning 28-year-old socialite from a wealthy family, had been "arrested" for a minor traffic violation—or so they claimed. In truth, it was a frame job; she'd brushed off one of the officers earlier that day when he tried to hit on her at a checkpoint, calling him a "low-life thug." Now, she sat cuffed to a metal chair in the interrogation room, her designer dress rumpled, long dark hair disheveled, her full lips trembling in fear and outrage. "This is illegal! My father will have your badges for this!" she shouted, but the door slammed open, and in walked Inspector Raj, a burly 40-year-old with a mustache and a perpetual scowl, followed by his crew: Constables Deepak, Vijay, Sunil, and two more officers—six frustrated, corrupt cops tired of dealing with entitled elites like her.