Prashasti was a thirty-two-year-old woman; who got married at the age of thirty. She has been preparing for multiple government entrance exams since she had to quit her job as a tuition teacher. She had no students to teach as she now lives with her husband in another city. Her in-laws used to stay in the village, but that wasn't a relief for Prashasti. Her mother-in-law would call and talk with her every day, asking the same question, when was she going to stop preparing for the exams?
Prashasti hailed from a small town and has been studious since that's the only thing she knew which could make her a successful individual. Alas, she was not as brilliant as someone has to be to crack a government entrance exam in India these days. She was getting depressed and decided to make some new friends.
The ladies from the building aren't as sophisticated and well-mannered as Prashasti; they mock their husbands behind their backs. Some of them even talk about their affairs. Prashasti, being shy, mostly listens to their chat and nods her head now and then with a polite smile.
The new fellowship makes Prashasti realize what she's been missing. She was depressed with the results she had gotten so far. One night she remembers how the boys from her Mohallas when she was in college and school gawked at her. Before this night, she had never considered what if she gave one of them a hint, a chance. Maybe it was not too late for her.
Prashasti decided to visit her parents and perhaps some of her old unrequited lovers. She talked to her husband about it, and he relented after some convincing. When she arrives at her hometown, her younger brother Kabir comes to pick her up at the station. They shared a typical sibling relationship, although their relationship was platonic on both fronts.
Kabir was driving the bike in the infested gulleys, moving towards their home; Prashasti spotted a familiar face staring at her. The man was named Umar, and he lived nearby their home. Prashasti locks her eyes with him and decides to beam a notorious smile at Umar even though she doesn't even know his name.
Little did she know, Umar had been the arch-enemy of her brother in the area for quite some time. They even engaged in a scuffle very recently at one incident.
This idea could be incest, interfaith, or even a cuckold-themed plot. I'm open to the first two or a combination of both. Hit me up if you're interested. Open for further discussion in private.