Beneath the mosquito net, the Tamil newlywed wife and her husband celebrate their union in the most primal way. She, a virgin no more, clings to him, her nails digging into his back as he pounds into her, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm as old as time. The scent of their lovemaking fills the air, a heady mix of sweat, sex, and the faint lingering aroma of the temple incense from their wedding ceremony. She whispers endearments in Tamil, her voice ragged with desire, as he brings her to orgasm, their bodies slick and spent, their bond sealed in the most intimate of ways.