Bani stepped out into the pouring rain at 11:30 PM, her thin white saree already clinging to her curvy body like a second skin. The seniors had changed the location at the last minute through a threatening message: “Old sports pavilion on the far end of the football ground. Midnight. Saree only, no blouse, no petticoat, no panty. Bring your slutty self or the videos explode everywhere.”

The heavy rain made the campus deserted. Thunder rumbled as she walked across the wet grass towards the old wooden pavilion — a large open-sided shelter with a covered inner room used for storing sports equipment. It was rarely locked and completely isolated at night. Rain hammered on the tin roof, creating loud white noise that would mask most sounds, but the open sides still carried huge risk of security guards doing rounds with torches.