After cleaning her father-in-law, Avantika looked at her torn blouse. How is she going to go downstairs? There's no washroom upstairs, and she only has her petticoat and saree. No blouse, no bra, no panty.

Avantika looked around as her tension grew with every passing second. She saw an almirah in the room. Then thought of wearing her mother-in-law's blouse, but as she tried to open the almirah, she couldn't because it was locked.