TIGER DURGA: “THE BANYAN TAX ”

Calcutta, 1960 — A city of trams, silk, and shadows.
INT. GOPAL & SONS SARI SHOP – AFTERNOON

Stacks of shimmering Benares saris line the walls. Gopal greets customers with quiet pride. Outside, Banyan Mukherjee’s tax collectors prowl the streets.
Suddenly, the door bursts open — three men in suspenders and a crooked inspector stride in.
INSPECTOR
Tax demand! Pay up or we shut you down!
Gopal trembles. Before he can speak, a golden glow fills the shop. Pushpa’s voice echoes faintly from the storeroom.
PUSHPA (V.O.)
No one threatens my husband’s honor.
She rubs enchanted ghee on her arms, legs, chest and feet Her dull black hair loosens from its bun, becones glossy and wilde, her muscles tighten, her eyes blaze. 
TRANSFORMATION SEQUENCE
The camera swirls around her — her body becomes voluptous and muscular, barely clad by a tiger pelt top, tiger pelt skirt with heavy bangles on her wrists...as Tiger Durga...the famous big breasted Hindu strongwoman and enters the store...surprising her husband and the tax collectors
TIGER DURGA
Calcutta’s protector has arrived — and your script ends here!
She strikes the inspector’s clipboard aside. Bolts of silk fly through the air like confetti.
INSPECTOR
Grab her!
They rush her. She fights with dazzling choreography — flips, punches, dramatic poses. But one thug lands a blow to her head. She staggers.
TIGER DURGA
Wait—did you actually hit me? Oh… that’s new.
Another blow to her chest. Her aura flickers.
TIGER DURGA
Uuuuuuuunh...My giants breasts hurt...I feel my wide areolas and huge nipples...sources of my strength...becomind hard...This is extremely inconvenient… I just woke up from the last knockout!
The inspector presses a cloth to her face. She struggles, eyes blazing.
TIGER DURGA
No cloth can stop me — I’m the star of this city!
But the other tax collectors rush in to squeeze her giant firm breasts and squeeze her wide hard areolas and huge hard puffy nipples while the inspector holds the chloroform cloth in place
Her knees buckle. Her toes flex. She sinks slowly, dramatically.
TIGER DURGA
My wide areolas and my huge nipples...attract a special tax which I must allow you to collect...squeezing them while I am being chloroformed...is an unconscious tax  I am happy to pay it...Fine… you win… but only this scene…
She collapses unconscious.  Flat on the floor of her husband's sari store...her muscular arms and muscular legs spread wide open...her giant firm breasts...wide hard areolas and huge puffy hard and erect nipples on full public display....her bare calloused feet rest on their heels..wide spaces between her toes with short gleaming toenails.  Gopal gives the money from the register to the inspector and the tax collectors. They leave.  Gopeal watches the big breasted Hindu strongwoman...tamed and topless before him...watching her giant firm breasts rise and fall in naked splendor...unaware that she is fhis wife.
To be continued