It was 3.00 a.m. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t know what to do. The previous evening, the thekedar had wanted me to pick up three items from K.R. Puram station. I had thought nothing of it and did as he asked. Then the thekedar said I should come to the godown. He was already there when I reached. ‘There is something that has come up,’ he told the men. ‘A party,’ he elaborated. ‘At the farmhouse?’ I asked. ‘Where else?’ the thekedar said. ‘I need it to go right from start to finish.’ I nodded. I had helped out at a few parties before. Kebabs and booze, music, the lights on trees, cocaine for those who wanted it and viagra for those who couldn’t get it up, porn on pen drives, all leading to the bedroom with the waterbed, mirrors and screaming girls. That seemed to excite the men until the girls turned into pliable orifices. ‘What about the girls?’ I asked, my mouth going dry. I knew what was coming. ‘There’s the one you picked up this evening. And we have one girl here.
