Mumbai swallows Priya and Arjun whole. After the humiliating alley revenge on Ravi, they take a night bus from a small stop outside their hometown—crowded, sweaty, no questions asked. They arrive at dawn in the choking heat of the city, bodies stiff, hearts racing from the escape. No one knows them here. No family eyes. No old gossip.

They find a cheap room in a crowded chawl in Dharavi—narrow lanes, tin roofs, constant noise of people, bikes, and vendors. The room is tiny: one metal bed with a thin mattress, a small window overlooking a dirty alley, shared bathroom down the corridor. Walls stained, fan rattling overhead. But it’s theirs.