Jasmine fumed as she dried herself after her shower. She had caught her useless devar Yug drinking and smoking in his room again the night before. A widow at 35, she had grown tired of taking care of her sasur, her devar, and her son. She had kept quiet when Yug sneaked prostitutes into her home, she had kept quiet when she saw his porno collection strewn on his bed for her to clean, and she had grown tired of him acting like a saint in front of his father, and leaching over her when her sasur wasn't looking. .

And so she had given him a piece of her mind, and he in turn had raised his voice at her, and things had gotten heated and they had both shouted at each other until he called her a randi and she slapped him.