In a house built on discipline, silence, and performance, Meera has always obeyed.
Now, her stillness unnerves. Her silence grows louder.
And when questions rise, so do the shadows she's folded into perfection - grief unspoken, love unmet, rage stitched into silence.
This is not a story of noise.
It is a psychological reckoning - of control, inheritance, and the quiet ruin of a woman
trained to smile through her undoing.
Because not all storms make noise.
Some sit straight-backed in silk, look you in the eye - and never blink.