Ayaan Singh, in his 4th year of his B.Arch degree, attends a business banquet unaware of the fact that he has caught the eyes of a certain someone, that certain someone being Aadvik Sinha, a powerful businessman belonging to a respectable family. The next day he gets a marriage proposal to marry him. Him being young, it was rejected, but Aadvik isn't just a businessman; he takes what he wants. "Why? Why? Why are you doing this?" I choked out tears still streaming down my face. "Because I love you. I want to marry you," he said as if he isn't talking about changing my whole life "This isn't love; this is madness." I said, moving towards him "Maybe it is, but it is madness only for YOU. So come here, Jaan." He said with a smile plastered on his face.

Mumbai ki sadkon par log sirf ek naam se kaapte the... "Raavan." Kisi ne uska asli chehra nahi dekha. Kisi ko uska asli naam nahi pata. Bas itna pata tha ki jis din uska naam kisi deal mein aa jaye... us din kisi ki maut likhi ja chuki hoti thi. Lekin Ayaan Mirza ko mafia, guns aur khoon se koi lena-dena nahi tha... jab tak ek galat raat ne uski poori zindagi badal nahi di. Ab uske paas sirf do choices thi- bhaagna... ya Raavan ka saamna karna. Aur shayad... sabse khatarnak cheez uski gun nahi thi. Uski muskaan thi.