It is the early evening of October 2nd, 1993. Subhash Thakur, the muscular, 6ft 3inch, 110 kgs 41 year old master of his domain in rural Haryana is enjoying the unusually brisk weather in his 4 acre garden. Subhash is a relatively recent widower, but not a sad one. His was a loveless arranged marriage of social convenience that doubled his family's land holdings since his late wife was the only child of the landowner who owned the 43 acres of fertile land (and the tribute from the approximately 200+ farmers that went with it). The marriage had yielded two sons, Vivek (aged 18) and Aryan (aged 16). Both boys attended an elite boarding school in Gwalior, which was about 2 days journey by car from the estate.

Subhash had never been monogamous. His wealth & near-total power over his estate and its inhabitants afforded him the luxury of realizing his most uninhibited sexual fantasies. He had learned many things from seeing his own father's (the now retired, but still very virile and active patriarch of the family) behavior over the years.