The scene opens to the bustling sounds of a typical Punjabi household. The aroma of freshly cooked parathas and chana masala fills the air. Our protagonist, Rohit, lounges on the couch in his boxers, his eyes glued to the TV, oblivious to the scandalous desires that are about to unfold.

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the room, Rohit's mother, Aarti, enters the living room. She's a voluptuous woman with skin as smooth as the silk saris she adorns herself with. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she takes in the sight of her half-dressed son. She had always secretly admired his growing physique, his muscles rippling beneath his t-shirt, and the way his hair fell over his forehead in a boyishly charming manner.