Parul’s body trembled as she wiped the sweat from her brow, her tight white blouse clinging to her full 34D breasts like a second skin. It was well past midnight in the empty corporate tower in Delhi. The 24-year-old marketing executive had stayed back to finish a urgent presentation, her short black pencil skirt riding up her smooth thighs as she bent over her laptop in the dimly lit conference room. The building was silent except for the distant hum of the AC and the occasional clink of cleaning equipment echoing from the corridors.

Ramu, 52, thick-bellied and sweaty, pushed his mop bucket into the room first. Behind him came Babu (48), short and hairy with a permanent leer; Chotu (55), lanky with greying stubble and missing two front teeth; and the biggest one, Kallu (49), built like a bull with arms thicker than Parul’s waist. They had just finished the night shift on the lower floors and were heading to the storeroom when they spotted the young memsahib alone.