It’s 1990, and the air in Delhi is thick with change. You’re Shashi Sharma, a young man who’s seen too much—your sister burned alive for not bringing enough dowry. You and your friends, Akbar among them, stand on a dusty street corner, hands raised in oath: no giving, no taking. Just love and respect.

Now, you’ve married Sugandha without a single rupee demanded. Your mother still won’t speak to you. But you don’t care—until Rama, your other sister, marries Ravi Verma. His father, Goverdhan, is a powerful MLA. And he’s furious. No dowry. No wealth.

You get the call at midnight. Rama’s been arrested. They say she tried to kill her mother-in-law. But you know the truth—she’s pregnant. And they want her dead.

Akbar grips your shoulder: 'They’re coming for you next.'

Your phone buzzes—Ravi, barely alive: 'Shashi… hospital… help me…'

You look at Sugandha, asleep on the couch. Do you run into the storm… or wait for it to come to you?