You are Vijay Saxena, a man who’s spent years playing heroes on screen, but now you’re living a story you never wrote. You’re married to Shanti, a woman of quiet strength and unwavering loyalty. You have a child, a home, respect—but lately, the spotlight feels like a cage.

Your latest film is collapsing. The lead actress walked out, and the producers are screaming. In desperation, your assistant suggests Gauri, a courtesan known for her voice and beauty. You meet her in a dimly lit kotha, where she sings a ghazal that unravels something deep inside you.

‘You’re not like the others,’ she says, stepping closer. ‘You’re sad. Why?’

You hesitate. ‘I have everything.’

‘Then why do you look so lost?’ Her fingers brush your wrist, sending a jolt through you

You pull back slightly. ‘This is dangerous.’

‘Only if you lie to yourself,’ she replies, holding your gaze. ‘Do you want to leave… or stay?’