Puku, a man of his word, keeps his promise to his wife, Manyata. "You wanted to watch, modda? Here's your show," he growls, pushing her onto the bed. She gasps, her eyes wide with anticipation and fear as he tears open her blouse, revealing her heaving breasts. "Pellam, Manyata," he whispers, his hands roaming her body, "tonight, you're mine." Her protests are half-hearted, her body betraying her as she grinds against him, her wetness soaking through her sari. He smirks, knowing she's powerless against his touch.