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 womantrained 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.