In the depths of the night, as the moon cast an eerie glow over the silent streets, Shikha's heart sank with dread as she discovered her husband Rajeev beaten and bruised upon his return home. Panic welled within her as she tended to his injuries, her hands trembling with fear and anger. When Rajeev regained consciousness, his memory hazy from the alcohol-induced haze, he could only vaguely recall being attacked in a dark alleyway on his way back.
Pottavelli is a village nestled in the hills and forests of coastal Karnataka. The villagers lead a traditional life. Devoid of electricity and mobile phone towers. Narrow lanes connect the mud houses with thatched roofs, and villagers move around on bullock carts, bicycles, or barefoot. The village practices traditional agriculture and handicrafts, with a strong sense of community and festival celebration with music, dance, and traditional performances.
Aarohi could feel the knot in her stomach tighten as she watched Rhea scroll through her phone gallery, stopping at a picture of herself and her boyfriend. "Look at us. We're so cute together," Rhea said, holding the phone for Aarohi to see.
‘"Hey, Mom..." Kabir spoke as he entered the living room, where Reena was sitting on the couch - scrolling through her phone. "Hey, baby, good morning... Have you decided on your college yet?" Reena looks up from her phone and beams a smile at her son. Reena Malhotra is a gorgeous woman with long, dark hair in her mid-forties. She is 5'7" and has a slender, toned figure that she has maintained doing Yoga. She was born and raised in Kolkata, India. She loved acting from a young age and often performed in school plays.’
‘"No, Soham. We cannot afford to buy it. It is not proper to spend money like this." Rohini said, while looking for the TV remote. "But why Mom? I should pass out in a couple of years and get a job. We can easily repay a loan if we take any now." Soham insisted. "It's not that simple baby. You have to get a job first. Also, I would ideally want you to pursue a Masters' degree after your graduation. We need to save money considering all options."’
Iqbal Qaadri was a man of wealth and influence. He had built his empire in the construction industry, but that was only part of his story. There was a darker side to Iqbal. He was involved in the illegal drug trade. He controlled a large portion of the market in the country and was known for his savagery in the underworld.
Eighteen years old Charulata Shastry had finished school and had just moved to Kota for the coaching and preparation of her medical entrance examinations. Coming from a Brahmin family, her sense of fashion was conventional. She was very fond of branded and skimpy outfits, but she had never worn one in her life till now. Her father was a priest at a temple; hence they never had enough money either.
Babar Wahab was a man in his late forties. He had two wives named Sana and Ayesha. Sana was forty-three years old and had three children, whereas Ayesha was thirty-nine years old and had four children. Babar owned a clothing store in a Mulsim locality and had constructed a few rental properties around the house where he lived with his family. Despite having two wives in the family, people considered them a Happy family. But in reality, Babar was a man with toxic masculinity attributes. He was not violent but didn't treat his wives much politely either.
’Kabir was a 28-year-old man. From a very young age, he wanted to be a porn star or a model. His friends used to make fun of him when he was young for the same because neither he looked attractive nor he had the muscles or physique. But after completing his twelfth standard, his growth spurt kicked in. Within a year, he grew taller from 5'7" to 6'2", but he wasn't attractive yet. Despite having a massive schlong to compete against most white male porn stars, he gave up the idea since it was unlikely for an Indian man to get there.’
