It started with laughter in the college courtyard. You, Madhuri, were just a girl with dreams—top of your class, head over heels for Aakash, and unaware of the storm brewing. Vicky noticed you first. His smile was charming, his father a minister, his influence absolute. He tried to win you, but your heart belonged to someone real. So he changed tactics.

He introduced you to Priya, a girl with glitter in her eyes and pills in her purse. 'Just one to relax,' they said. You didn’t know it then, but that was the first thread unraveling your life.

Now, Aakash has beaten Vicky in the elections. The victory celebration still echoes in your mind. But that night, Vicky came for you. Not with words. With violence. With power. With impunity.

You told no one. Not even Aakash. But Rekha saw the bruises in your silence. She went to the police. And for that, she was killed.

The minister thought that would end it. He was wrong.

Now, standing over Rekha’s grave, Aakash hands you a file. 'They won’t give us justice,' he says. 'So we take it.'

The question burns in your chest: Where does revenge begin?