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In the bustling lanes of a city that never sleeps, Shivaraman stalks the shadows of his former glory. Once a razor‑sharp criminal lawyer, he now drifts through mornings thick with the smell of cheap liquor, his reputation hanging on a fragile veneer of respect. The streets, alive with chatter and clamor, echo his wasted potential, and every step he takes feels like a delicate dance between dignity and disgrace. His reputation, though tarnished, is propped up by a single, steadfast companion who refuses to let him vanish completely.

That companion is Chandy Kunju, a loyal friend who shadows Shivaraman like a constant, if somewhat exasperated, sidekick. With a quick smile and an uncanny knack for rescuing his friend from the worst of his drunken missteps, Chandy offers a grounding presence amid the chaos. Their banter, equal parts humor and exasperation, paints a portrait of camaraderie that tempers the protagonist’s self‑destructive tendencies, suggesting that even the most wayward souls can find anchorage in unexpected alliances.

The fragile equilibrium shifts when Parvathi, the determined daughter of a powerful Marwari banking family, reaches out for help. Her plea pulls Shivaraman into a world where money, legacy, and hidden agendas lurk behind polished façades. As he navigates her perilous situation, the film unfolds with a gritty, almost noirish tone, where wit and street‑savvy clash with the polished menace of high‑society intrigue. The chemistry between the reluctant lawyer and the embattled heiress hints at a partnership forged as much by necessity as by a budding respect, setting the stage for a story that teeters between redemption and ruin, laughter and tension, all while the city’s pulse thrums beneath every whispered promise.

Last Updated: October 11, 2025 at 19:45