Dedicated to Nirbhaya/Damini through a glimpse into the life of a fictional male chauvinist who thought he could never be wrong because he was a man, because he was the superior race, because his mother told him so, also because every rapist is someone’s son, someone’s brother, someone’s husband or someone’s dad playing some/all of these roles to the fullest or not, but definitely living a secret desire.
His world revolved around himself. When he said he loved something, what he really meant was he loved the feeling he got around that possession or person. If he was sad, it was because something didn’t go his way. If someone died, it was because he lost the company. Everything he did was just for himself. His passions in life were just sex & money.