The clock on her phone read 1:47 AM when Priya finally stepped out of the club in South Delhi. The bass from inside still thumped in her chest, mixing with the cheap vodka buzzing in her veins. She’d had one too many shots celebrating her best friend’s birthday, and now the world tilted just a little as she opened the Uber app.

“Late-night cab to Gurgaon,” she muttered, swiping to confirm. The driver’s name popped up: Rajesh Kumar. Five stars, white Alto, five minutes away. She pulled her short black dress down her thighs — the one that hugged her 34C tits and barely covered her round ass — and waited under the flickering streetlight.