In the heart of the mall, a Telugu bhabi, her sari a vibrant burst of color against the monsoon-drenched concrete, can't resist her devar's advances. He's a Tamil boy, bold and brash, his eyes reflecting the neon lights of the mall as he corners her in a secluded alcove. The rain pounds against the glass, echoing their racing hearts as they give in to their desires. Her sari comes off, his shirt follows, their bodies pressed together, slick with sweat and rain. The mall is closed, but they're oblivious, lost in their own world of forbidden pleasure.