Both of them knew that their family is the biggest obstacle in the way of their love. Both knew very well that their family would never recognize their love. If a heterosexual couple married outside their caste, it would have been murderous. On the other hand, they were homosexual. If their family members find out that their daughter is in love with another person of the same sex, then the people of their family will not think twice before killing both of them, because their blind faith in their family's honor and religion. Society is first to the people of their family. And according to society, homosexual relationships are considered impure relationships in religion and society thinks that homosexual relationships are a sin or a kind of disease. And those who commit this sin will not have a place in heaven. And even going to the police will not get any help. In contrast, the police will arrest them. Because in India, according to Section 377, same-sex relationships is a crime.
In the suffocating grip of societal norms, they both know that voicing their love could unleash a torrent of consequences they're not prepared to face. So they exchange stolen glances, subtle gestures, and silent promises, each too afraid to break the delicate balance they've created. Their unspoken love becomes a bittersweet burden, a secret they carry like a heavy weight upon their hearts, knowing that the world outside their hidden bubble could tear them apart if their forbidden truth were ever revealed. So they choose silence, clinging to the fragile hope that someday, somehow, their love will be allowed to blossom freely, unencumbered by the constraints of society.