We are well aware of the Greek contribution 'Oedipus Complex'. However, the opposite of the same is seldom aired. The IT revolution has made countries like India fast developing, economically strong nations. This is coupled with self-imposed single child nuclear family norms, and the resulting social churning presents interesting situations. The story centers on the teen love of a fourteen year old girl in Tamizh Nadu, South Indian setting. The brutal killing of an innocent, buxom maid infuriates the mother, who turns protagonist. The over indulgent dad is caught between his lady love and young Princess! Teens, juveniles, parents, goons and police have role to play in this fiction. The unfolding events juxtapose the husband against his wife sublimely. The parents were lovers in college and married against their respective families' wishes. Their LOVE is still in tact. The question is about dodging the law and twisting the rule of law. The nuclear families are a sort of explosions in India for the past two decades or so. This social milieu offers interesting clashes and a fitting finale for the author to think of a serial! *** In just under seven decades since Independence [1947], the Indian population exploded almost four times to 1250 million. During the same period the USA might have accommodated just fewer than fifty million extra populations mostly due to immigrants! With one fourth of the US land area, very few can imagine the social milieu for the national pie. The land of elephants, snake charmers and, now, the IT techno-coolies is a veritable holy land for swamis, sanyasis, gurus, vagabonds, loafers, quitters, travelers and beggars [both professional and suddenly forced-out amateurs]. One evening, this author was unfortunate to look closely at a road side bearded, middle aged man [or little older, perhaps] gasping for breadth. His eyes were half closed and he seemed to be in a state of trance. Who's a 'true' saint on the wandering and who's a fraudulent one, no ordinary persons can gauge. He signaled for close attention. "I've just received a boon from the Supreme God, Lord Siva. Hence forth, no girl would attain puberty before the age of twenty one and no male would have erection of the phallus-es till twenty five and attain puberty before that. The Institution of Family would live longer peacefully with pride and dignity!" "Was teen love a night mare for you?" The inquiry elicited no response. The man moved his right thumb up, bent back to indicate need for water. Given a bottle of water, he took few gulps. It might have been the blessed nectar of the Gods, gotten when the milky ocean was churned. Lord Siva dared to drink the deadly poison that gushed, to prove his superiority over other competing Gods like Vishnu and Brahma. With renewed vigor, he narrated some events in short hand notation, so to say. Several youth of the age group fourteen to twenty one flashed through his venomous narration. "Which one was your offspring or grandchild?" The traveler cast a harsh look. Had he the third "EYE" of Lord Siva, the author would have been reduced to ashes instantly. "Now you heard the chaos. Find out yourself if you're worth the education you received!" The author was besieged with a mundane question, "Which youth?" He set out to locate the families and its members in his imagination. *** The teen girl is the blue eyed babe of the father. The mother as strict disciplinarian and as protagonist rushes to track down the criminals. The father languishes under the octopus like grip of his darling Princess. The 'love of the teen girl', she proclaims as unconditional, divine and unbreakable. The protagonist is not against love but for justice. The agony of the teen girl in love is indescribable. The angst of the protagonist erupts as volcano between motherly instinct and justice for the slain maid with two orphaned kids. The self-imposed page restriction has given ample room for the author to think of a chronicle