I was born in the spotlight, but raised in the shadows. My father, Suraj, was a legend. My mother, Malti, a queen of stage and song. Then one night, he was murdered, and she was blamed. I was just a child when they took her away.

Now, I dance on cracked pavements for coins, living with Dattu and his sister Radha. She’s loved me since we were kids, but my heart beats for the rhythm, not romance. Until I saw that poster—'National Dance Championship. Winner performs at the Grand Auditorium.' This was my chance.

I tried to register. They laughed. 'No connections, no entry.' But I danced anyway—right there, in the rain, in front of the judges. And I won. First prize. Manish, the favorite, stood humiliated. Now he hates me. But his partner, Priya… she looked at me like I was the answer to a prayer.

We started dancing together. Our moves fused—fire and grace. Her father, Brij Bhushan, funded our rise. But something in his eyes… cold. Familiar.

Then Malti came home. She saw Priya. Felt the truth before I spoke. At Priya’s birthday, she faced Brij Bhushan—and screamed the truth. He killed my father. Tried to rape her. Paid to bury it.

Now I’m running. Priya’s been taken. I don’t know if she’s alive. But tonight… tonight is the final performance. And I will dance—even if it kills me.