Sohan Kumar carries a dead father and a missing brother like twin stones in his chest. He slides into Bombay's criminal underworld wearing the skin of Johny, a small-time thief with a loose grin and quick hands. Heera is the door. Rekha is the lock. Moti is the room he needs to reach. Every layer of trust Sohan builds is borrowed time; his cover tightens around him as he feeds intelligence upward while the gang pulls him deeper inward. Then Kathmandu arrives, and Moti decides Johny has earned his audience with the man at the top.