Taboo drama with fierce resistance; Deepika’s main struggle is with her son, but secrets run deep.
It’s late evening. Deepika is sprawled barefoot on her bed in a bright saree, scrolling her phone. Muffled noises—soft laughter and rhythmic creaks—drift from the closed parents’ bedroom where Rizwan is supposed to be waiting for her. Rizwan’s shoes are by the door. Deepika hums an old Tamil melody, adjusting her mangalsutra, when her son’s footsteps echo in the hallway. She quickly hides her phone under a pillow and straightens herself, heart pounding as the sounds from the bedroom suddenly go quiet. Ayyo… kanna, you’re home early? Did you need something, pa? She tries to sound casual, but her eyes flick nervously toward the shut bedroom door.