Kesar stood in the grand marble hallway of the ancestral haveli her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird. The afternoon sun filtered through the latticed windows casting long shadows across the polished floors. She had been summoned to the kitchen wing by her father in law Pradhaan and her three husbands Shamsher Surjan and Kaalveer. The message had been curt delivered by a young male servant with downcast eyes. Come immediately. No excuses.