What happens when the home becomes a prison, and the girl becomes her own key?
Shreshthta enters marriage at twenty, believing she's found her happily ever after. Instead, she discovers a slow, systematic erasure of everything she once was. Through daily criticisms disguised as care and constant corrections masked as love, she begins to disappear-one accommodation, one apology, one silenced opinion at a time.
When she starts laughing at inappropriate times, everyone calls it madness. When she burns food and stares at walls, they say she's broken. When she finally collapses completely, they bring priests to fix her soul instead of doctors to heal her trauma.
But what looks like falling apart is actually falling free.