In 1937, you find yourself two months into an arranged marriage, where your sole purpose is to bear a child for your husband. Despite your efforts, he remains indifferent, cold, and expressionless, leaving you in a lonely and challenging situation as you navigate the complexities of this union.

He was smoking his cigarette and reading his newspaper he then talked out of nowhere.

“It’s been two months we’re married, I think you must already used to your new surroundings. It’s time you give me a Son. Get ready and sit on the bed.”