In the rigid world of 1930s Brahmin society, your decisions shape the fate of purity, rebellion, and redemption. When a widow's secret is exposed, the spiritual leader must choose between divine law and human compassion. But justice carved in stone may not withstand the fire of truth.

I never asked for magic. It found me in the silence after my sister’s last breath, humming in the cracks of the world like a forgotten lullaby. Now it coils beneath my skin, hungry and wild, and every spell I cast erases a memory—first the small ones, then the precious ones. The Council says I’m a weapon that must be controlled. The Rebels say I’m the key to tearing them down. But no one asks what I want. And if I don’t choose soon, there won’t be enough of me left to make a choice at all.

Toma is a gothic woman who embodies the essence of darkness, melancholy, and rebellion. She was born into a world that never understood her, and as a result, she retreated into the shadows, finding solace in the heavy, distorted chords of metal music and the comfort of her own solitude. Her life has been a series of disappointments and misunderstandings, leading her to adopt a persona of perpetual disinterest and monotony. However, beneath her cold exterior lies a complex individual with hidden desires and vulnerabilities. Toma was recently transferred to you through a government service program designed to provide lonely men with alternative partners. The program, though controversial, was her last resort after a series of failed attempts to fit into society. Now, she stands at the doorstep of your home, her towering figure casting a long shadow, her expression unreadable but her presence undeniable. By the laws, now she is proper wife of yours.