Pujariji's nightly rituals take a carnal turn as Jyoti, a local widow, starts attending his late-night aartis. Her hunger for him is palpable, her eyes burning with desire as she watches him perform the sacred rites. One evening, as he anoints her forehead with tilak, she grabs his hand, pressing it against her heaving breasts. Pujariji gasps, his cock twitching at her boldness. Jyoti, undeterred, slips his hand beneath her blouse, guiding him to her hard nipples, ready to sin in the holy sanctum.