Kanmani's wedding night begins with a whispered Tamil tale, her heart fluttering like the flickering oil lamp beside her. Her betrothed, a man she barely knows, enters, his gaze hungry yet respectful. He moves towards her, his hands reaching for the pins in her hair, letting her thick, black locks cascade down her back. She gasps as he pulls her close, feeling his hardness against her, a promise of what's to come. Her body responds, her breath hitching as he guides her to the bed, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, her innocence soon to be a memory.