'Hold the corner of your saree with both hands and go from house to house, begging for food and money. You'll have to beg until evening. Only then will I give you food for dinner.' Her eyes froze in shock. 'Should I beg?' she asked. He leaned against the car with his arms crossed and said, 'If not, go to jail.' Her eyes turned red with anger. She slapped him, her voice dripping with arrogance, 'You're a beggar dog.' He retaliated with a strong slap on her cheek, saying, 'Even a beggar dog gets mad. You're the one who made me mad. Now, suffer the consequences.' The slap was brutal, and her inner cheek was injured, filling her mouth with the metallic taste of blood.