Bihar. 1870s.

The haveli stands quiet behind its high walls.

Inside it, old customs still breathe.

Every bridal doli that leaves a village under this estate stops here first.

Every day, without fail, one young woman from the Nat-Banjara settlement is sent to the same gates.

No one asks why the tradition began.

No one openly questions why it continues.

The villagers lower their eyes.

The Munshi keeps his records.

The Karindas look away.

And the women who enter the haveli... rarely speak of what happens after the doors close.

You are Thakur Vikram Singh.

The last man who still holds the old power in these lands.

What will you do with it?