The night was thick and heavy, pressing down on Chudaipur like a damp blanket. Inside the haveli, in the small storage room that served as their private den, Rudra’s obsession reached a fever pitch. He wasn’t alone.

Meera, his mother, stood by the doorway, her expression unreadable. Rudra had demanded her presence. “Tujhe dekhna hai ki tera beta apni biwi ko kaise chodta hai,” he’d said, his voice tight. You need to see how your son fucks his wife.