The heavy wooden doors of the grand master bedroom in the haveli closed with a solid final sound behind JaiRaj. The room glowed under the soft light of several oil lamps placed around the space on carved wooden tables. Tall ceilings rose high above them and rich silk drapes framed the massive teak bed that dominated the center of the chamber. Ornate carvings on the pillars and walls told ancient stories of power tradition and unquestioned authority. This was the private sanctuary of the village head a man whose word was law for miles around. The air carried the faint scent of sandalwood incense and jasmine flowers from the wedding celebrations earlier that day.