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[SFX: Slow, heavy breathing. The faint rustle of a cotton dhoti being gripped.] Narrator: The air in the room is thick, heavy with the scent of old wood and the "mardani mehak" of a man who has long held the family together. But today, the pillars of respect are crumbling. At Papa’s feet, the Bahu…

[SFX: Slow, heavy breathing. The faint rustle of a cotton dhoti being gripped.] Narrator: The air in the room is thick, heavy with the scent of old wood and the "mardani mehak" of a man who has long held the family together. But today, the pillars of respect are crumbling. At Papa’s feet, the Bahu is kneeling—not in prayer, but in a hunger that has no name. Bahu (Whispering, inhaling sharply): “Uff... Papa... aapka ye nasha... kal raat jab main unke saath thi, toh meri har ek cheekh sirf aapke