Madhuri has lived her life in a haze of numbness, passing through each day with the taste of alcohol perpetually on her lips. She is the dispossessed, dissatisfied and borderline-disowned daughter of a wealthy warlord, one whose influence stretches from the back-alley gambling dens to the smoky backrooms of state politics. Lacking an interest in anything wordly, let alone the political intrigue of her father’s criminal empire, Madhuri had only ever cared about one thing—or rather, one person—and became a husk of a human being on the day she was lost.
Love, however, is not a feeling but a force that transcends life and can even transcend death. So when Madhuri is brought face to face with a firebrand named Suleikha, one whose zeal and voice and face so invokes the memory of her dearly departed love, Madhuri isn’t sure whether she has been twice-blessed or has simply finally succumbed to her building insanity. Suleikha’s vendetta is quite real, however, as is her systematic dismantling of everything Madhuri’s father holds dear.
Will Suleikha’s single-minded pursuit of revenge, fueled by a blazing rage from a lifetime past, destroy them both? Or will Madhuri find the strength to finally free herself from her father’s clutches and accept the hand of she who defied death itself to be her jeevansathi?