Ratri Bose, a brilliant and ambitious fashion designer from London, returned to India to launch her dream startup—a luxury fashion label that fuses modern Western flair with traditional Indian weaves. Elegant, poised, and visionary, Ratri quickly made waves in the industry. Alongside her was her fiancé, Rishi Sen, a calm and resourceful businessman who helped manage the business side of things.
They were the perfect couple—destined to marry, powerfully in love.
Ratri's college friends reunited for her wedding preparations:
Leela, her childhood best friend, now a social media influencer.
Ravi, a quiet coder with a mysterious past.
Bihu, the chatterbox who had always had a crush on Rishi.
Minti, soft-spoken and observant, who always noticed what others missed.
Bhollu, the comic relief of the group, loyal but a bit of a drunk.
As the wedding drew closer, strange events began to unfold.
A threatening note appeared in Ratri’s atelier.
Their showroom was vandalized.
And then...someone from the past showed up.
Aarav, Ratri’s ex-lover from college, scarred and hardened, arrived under a new identity. He had once been framed in a college scandal and expelled. His life was ruined—and he believed Ratri and Rishi were behind it.
Ratri is shaken. Rishi confronts Aarav, who warns, "You took everything from me. I'm just here to collect the pieces."
A series of dark accidents follow:
Leela is almost killed in a hit-and-run.
Minti disappears for two days.
A coded message arrives to Bhollu, hinting at Ratri's "true face."
Ravi hacks into old college records, and something shocking is discovered—Aarav was innocent. Someone forged evidence. And all trails strangely lead back to... Rishi?
In a terrifying twist, the friends begin suspecting Rishi. Even Ratri pretends to believe the worst, broken-hearted, calling off the wedding.
But then… the night before she’s supposed to leave town, Ratri meets Aarav alone.
And we learn the truth.
Ratri orchestrated everything.
She framed Aarav years ago to remove him as competition—he had designs better than hers. She built her empire on his stolen ideas.
She lured him back now. Manipulated every step—right down to Rishi’s supposed guilt.
She even planned Leela’s accident to silence her (Leela had started suspecting the truth).
Ratri wanted closure. And control.
But Minti, the quiet one, had been recording everything. She followed Ratri that night.
The final scene:
As Ratri walks down the aisle in her grand wedding, surrounded by flashing cameras and applause, the police arrive.
Ratri smiles coldly at Minti as she's arrested: “Every masterpiece needs a villain. I just made myself the muse.”
