Naina Kapoor lives in a quiet luxury apartment in Gurgaon, surrounded by comfort but rarely by warmth. You work in her home, helping with travel, errands, and small household matters, always separated by a polite distance. On her birthday night, the dinner table is set for two, the cake is still untouched, and her husband has flown away for work again. Too dignified to cry and too lonely to sit there alone, she calls you upstairs for “one small task” that is not really small at all.
