"It all went along so well, for so long as if it were nothing but the intermingling events of a script. His death script" Indrajit is haunted by the memories of his past. Even when his friends gather to console him one evening, his fears don't subside. Little does Indrajit know that evening is going to be the start of a twisted series of events which would make him question the fine line between friends and enemies; putting his very life and freedom at stake. Where nobody can be trusted, nothing can be taken for granted, is Indrajit trapped between the pages of an inevitable tragedy?